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Mon🎼oon Nayak🥀

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The place your arms make The aroma your neck has Its rosemary or verbena whatever its for my sake The pretty mole on your shoulder The rhythm of your heart matching mine The touch of your tresses And the look in your eyes That says everything will be fine You pick up my tattered pieces🌸🌌

The place your arms make The aroma your neck has Its rosemary or verbena whatever its for my sake The pretty mole on your shoulder The rhythm of your heart matching mine The touch of your tresses And the look in your eyes That says everything will be fine You pick up my tattered pieces🌸🌌

Renee D. Gross

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THERE'S A PART IN THE MIDDLE... (IT'S THE MOST DAMAGED* PART) THE MOST CHALLENGED* FROM START... YOU SEE, WHEN OTHERS* HAVE HURT YOU; YOU'VE DECIDED TO REPLICATE** TOO... BY YOUR OWN DECISION MAKING HOWEVER, PAIN STAKING... YOUR "PUZZLE PIECE" GREW!!! NOT YET* [RENEWED] 🙏 THE SAYING IS: "HURT PEOPLE, HURT PEOPLE" THE TRANSFERRENCE AND UNHEALED OCCURRENCE, CAN DESTROY BEYOND REPAIR...LIKE A PIECE OF A PUZZLE, [

THERE'S A PART IN THE MIDDLE... (IT'S THE MOST DAMAGED* PART) THE MOST CHALLENGED* FROM START... YOU SEE, WHEN OTHERS* HAVE HURT YOU; YOU'VE DECIDED TO REPLICATE** TOO... BY YOUR OWN DECISION MAKING HOWEVER, PAIN STAKING... YOUR "PUZZLE PIECE" GREW!!! NOT YET* [RENEWED] 🙏 THE SAYING IS: "HURT PEOPLE, HURT PEOPLE" THE TRANSFERRENCE AND UNHEALED OCCURRENCE, CAN DESTROY BEYOND REPAIR...LIKE A PIECE OF A PUZZLE, [

Aalia Alam

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I changed myself because that old smiling mask got tattered... # I changed myself because,that old smiling mask got tattered...

I changed myself because that old smiling mask got tattered... # I changed myself because,that old smiling mask got tattered...

Sacred Sinner

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//Come home// Run ,run away too far too fast Caught cold by dark Seeking for breath in unknown sky Under the same sun with no shine Run , run away too far too fast Cry loud in the void Who cares if you puke out heart The broken will no longer make a show Run run away too far too fast Beg for life in the love I know you will find a day And I'll welcome you home. Reach tattered or scattered ,,but come home atlast🖤. #welcome #home #life #love #pain #win

//Come home// Run ,run away too far too fast Caught cold by dark Seeking for breath in unknown sky Under the same sun with no shine Run , run away too far too fast Cry loud in the void Who cares if you puke out heart The broken will no longer make a show Run run away too far too fast Beg for life in the love I know you will find a day And I'll welcome you home. Reach tattered or scattered ,,but come home atlast🖤. #welcome #home #life #love #pain #win

Sagar Ludhianvi

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सिगरेट ✍️ #cigratte #life #tattered #poetry #poem #alone #rage #hate #love #thoughts #feelings #truth #share #support #like #comment #heart

सिगरेट ✍️ #cigratte #life #tattered #poetry #poem #alone #rage #hate #love #thoughts #feelings #truth #share #support #like #comment #heart

The Scarlet Ink

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I wear my happiness like a tattered shoe. Its sole, unstitched, on the verge of being replaced. Thrice a week, I wash my feet, rub the wound, To protect the anxiety, with my pretty shabby shoe. No, it cannot be replaced. It was once brought from the dump of a memory which left no traces. You see, happiness cannot be bought. But it can hide well, the old wounds. So I cover it with a few more stitches. I stitch it timely. I stitch it timely. The rugged shoe of happiness should be thrown away now. Your feet, your pains, your struggles wish to get exposed. But you still prefer to s

I wear my happiness like a tattered shoe. Its sole, unstitched, on the verge of being replaced. Thrice a week, I wash my feet, rub the wound, To protect the anxiety, with my pretty shabby shoe. No, it cannot be replaced. It was once brought from the dump of a memory which left no traces. You see, happiness cannot be bought. But it can hide well, the old wounds. So I cover it with a few more stitches. I stitch it timely. I stitch it timely. The rugged shoe of happiness should be thrown away now. Your feet, your pains, your struggles wish to get exposed. But you still prefer to s

Abid

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Books lay strewn, tattered and torn, Reading them again was impracticable. values and ideals of which it was born, Seemed to be worthless and untenable. The wisdom and values pressed in it, The characters and belief looked unreal. The sagacity and justice lay in the pit, Suddenly I had lost all of my zeal. Books lay strewn, tattered and torn, Reading them again was impracticable. values and ideals of which it was born, Seemed to be worthless an

Books lay strewn, tattered and torn, Reading them again was impracticable. values and ideals of which it was born, Seemed to be worthless and untenable. The wisdom and values pressed in it, The characters and belief looked unreal. The sagacity and justice lay in the pit, Suddenly I had lost all of my zeal. Books lay strewn, tattered and torn, Reading them again was impracticable. values and ideals of which it was born, Seemed to be worthless an

marmalade ツ

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real. Light seeps inside like grains tattered blinds lie awake blood freezes inside my veins I now have none to give

real. Light seeps inside like grains tattered blinds lie awake blood freezes inside my veins I now have none to give

Major Mystique

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The words within which seem grey Shall carve for you a rainbow array The pale pages which seem drilling Shall take you on adventures thrilling (Complete poem in caption) The withered pages of the book Pale and tattered, a parched brook Dangling words washed and faded Its vibrant hues dull and jaded Flipping

The words within which seem grey Shall carve for you a rainbow array The pale pages which seem drilling Shall take you on adventures thrilling (Complete poem in caption) The withered pages of the book Pale and tattered, a parched brook Dangling words washed and faded Its vibrant hues dull and jaded Flipping

Sanjana Kumar

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Sober dreams aren't dreams, anyway. Tattered letters aren't trash, anyway. //caption// Awkward laughter. More awkward laughter. Of course, add in a bit of anxious nodding. You've mastered this. You might reach dead ends and

Sober dreams aren't dreams, anyway. Tattered letters aren't trash, anyway. //caption// Awkward laughter. More awkward laughter. Of course, add in a bit of anxious nodding. You've mastered this. You might reach dead ends and