Stereologue

A performer on stage.

The voice in their head…
It only stops when they sing.
The voice in your head
Is now that motif…

That distracts you from your inner chatter.
You hum along, spreading their voice.
Maybe you’ll sing your own.
There, that’s the spark of your song.

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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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