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Pubg today and I will be in the morning ©AYAN Y #eternallove live Rita ora copies rapper's

Pubg today and I will be in the morning ©AYAN Y #eternallove live Rita ora copies rapper's

Sachin bhambhu

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वा न्यू बोली, तु सुथरा कोना , मेरी नजर मै उत्तरा कोना... Dr Ashish_Vats छाती भरमा तेरा गात कोना , वजन तेरे मै 60 कोना... रै मैडम वज़न जरूर घाट सै पर कालजा डेढ़ हाथ सै... तु आदमी नै पिसदे इसी चाक्की का बाट सै तेरी आटा मै आगा ऐसा भोला यो जाट सै... title & first line copies from  Dr Ashish_Vats वा न्यू बोली #Haryanvi #sachin2u #Love

वा न्यू बोली, तु सुथरा कोना , मेरी नजर मै उत्तरा कोना... Dr Ashish_Vats छाती भरमा तेरा गात कोना , वजन तेरे मै 60 कोना... रै मैडम वज़न जरूर घाट सै पर कालजा डेढ़ हाथ सै... तु आदमी नै पिसदे इसी चाक्की का बाट सै तेरी आटा मै आगा ऐसा भोला यो जाट सै... title & first line copies from  Dr Ashish_Vats वा न्यू बोली #Haryanvi #sachin2u #Love

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When I try to crack down on my poems, they raise a hurricane like birds towards home at sunset I vomit those bled thoughts, I vomit here and there, everywhere, last to first, to the moon to the stars They can't reach the walls, I build a wall of words, I go on a slumber Secluding slumber, But the words take a cart, from the ink to the hearts, While I sit isolated numb, I make them nomad, Nomad of random measures and metres What it takes to burst through those slim lanes is a pounding heart to lose again, to see a loss again, I can't make and see others cry, I cry out the haze, ink down the rest My face isn't a paper to them, as they don't try to read My face is not some less than a novel, that knows how often it wets alongside the lively paper, I create I have those hurricanes at the back of my many copies, this one is also one of them, nothing much creative. #pulsechallenge #yqpmc66 (po

When I try to crack down on my poems, they raise a hurricane like birds towards home at sunset I vomit those bled thoughts, I vomit here and there, everywhere, last to first, to the moon to the stars They can't reach the walls, I build a wall of words, I go on a slumber Secluding slumber, But the words take a cart, from the ink to the hearts, While I sit isolated numb, I make them nomad, Nomad of random measures and metres What it takes to burst through those slim lanes is a pounding heart to lose again, to see a loss again, I can't make and see others cry, I cry out the haze, ink down the rest My face isn't a paper to them, as they don't try to read My face is not some less than a novel, that knows how often it wets alongside the lively paper, I create I have those hurricanes at the back of my many copies, this one is also one of them, nothing much creative. #pulsechallenge #yqpmc66 (po

Devanshi Dadwal

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It's live!! Amazon link : Iridescence https://amzn.eu/d/29cCT5a And also in the bio The wait is over! My book is live on Amazon...go grab your copies

It's live!! Amazon link : Iridescence https://amzn.eu/d/29cCT5a And also in the bio The wait is over! My book is live on Amazon...go grab your copies