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“I fall asleep Call it deep while all is well be- Cause my life seems like a freestyle mean- While asleep on the couch I dream it's a written piece and now The symphony's sounding Shouting out to these feet whose leaps feel foul but quite loud But how I'm allowed to live my dreams My Chimeran team brings the Siberian breed Riding reality free 'til these tires they freeze In mires in dire need of wires, fire and heat but I love a dark, hard cold heart in the wintery breeze”

Quote by Criss Jami

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Killosophy

Killosophy delves into the realm of philosophy, examining various theories and debates that shape the discipline. more

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Criss Jami
Criss Jami

Criss Jami is a contemporary poet known for his profound philosophical thoughts and unique poetic style. Born on May 29, 1987, he has shown a passion for literature and philosophy from a young age, which is evident in his works. more

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