Navel-Gazers

A poet was there just navel-gazing, too unbothered to even care for people around him acting the same. That’s when, by chance, his eyes glanced at her navel; they gazed. The paragon of grace, that’s what he said.

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T!el Fajardo

Art still thrills me. Aphantasic brazilian writer, born in the 90's. I enjoy reading mostly poetry, sci-fi, and shonen-seinen manga. Favorite authors: Asimov, Tolkien, Guilherme de Almeida, Paulo Leminski, Douglas Adams, Tite Kubo, Yoshihiro Togashi... I also write songs.

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