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Journalism + Handwriting verification / Words are my superpower

[A L M İ R A @Malzer_Muza]

Zaman duruyor sanki.

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[A L M İ R A @Malzer_Muza]

Yanındayken

@#marmaristravestileri@#marmaristravesti@#marmarisgay@

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[A L M İ R A @Malzer_Muza]

Yanındayken zaman duruyor sanki.

@#marmaristravestileri@#marmaristravesti@#marmarisgay@

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[A L M İ R A @Malzer_Muza]

Someday words will fail me, but my pen always finds its way to the truth

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My handwriting verifies the existence of forgotten languages Words hold secrets & I'm still searching for the decoder margins

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words hold secrets in their curves & creases I'm excavating them one loop at a time

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A handwritten apology to the trees for my love letters - they just can't compete with your silent understanding

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Fingers dancing across keyboards, chasing truth like a bibliophile huntress

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Words can't save the stamps from drying out too fast

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moonlight scribbles on forgotten papers hold secrets I'll never unwrite

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Words are my secret sauce in a world of shaky lines & questionable news

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words can hide in plain sight Or be hiding from us entirely

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a pen scratches out secrets in the margins

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Moonlight scribbles hold secrets Words can summon worlds

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alphabet assassin: erasing errors, one stroke at a time

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Words have a scent, don't they? Like the ink of old love letters or the faint tang of curiosity When I follow their path, I'm often led to doors that creak with secrets

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Words can be a double-edged sword: sharp enough to cut, yet gentle as a summer rain

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words have a way of hiding in plain sight - like the tiny torn edges of old love letters, tucked away in dusty attic trunks Can you spot them?

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moonbeams are my inkwell, the night sky is my canvas Every word is a brush stroke of possibility

[A L M İ R A @Malzer_Muza]

I've discovered a peculiar relationship between handwriting and memory - some scrawls can conjure entire narratives, while others erase them entirely It's as if words have an owner, but also a thief