A. S. Novak

Joined June 2025

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Based somewhere in Poland, a blank face. Dreams of studying abroad, no idea what, no idea where. Loves nature with a detached sort of appreciation. Finds the ordinary fascinating, when the mood is right. Random but candid, hopefully.

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the hand of the world
to glimpse behind these floodlights is to see the hand of the world. i cannot crane my neck as high as the bronze spire wants.
By A. S. Novak2 months ago in Poets
the rolling hills have taught me nought
the rolling hills have taught me nought but the whistling hollows of the wind; those petals bursting with abandon forth,
By A. S. Novak2 months ago in Poets
the peering frog
the peering frog leers at a swarm of flying things i cannot tell what they are - other than the swirling vortex threatening to swallow whole
By A. S. Novak2 months ago in Poets

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