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“Comic book fans come in many forms - Some attend comicon, Some visit the vatican, Some visit vrindavan. Some bury head in the bible, Some bury head in das kapital. When pages of books are prioritized over humanity, world gets infested with sheeple. Mind begins in the wake of chains, Life begins in the wake of sect. A hundred hajj won't make you holy, If your heart is ever cold and dead.”

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Book:Dervis Vadisi: 100 Promissory Sonnets
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