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Akshay Vasu

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Those who are lost and wandering are trying to guide others home. - Akshay Vasu Lost Wanderers #lost #wander #wanderer #guide #home #akshayvasu

Those who are lost and wandering are trying to guide others home. - Akshay Vasu Lost Wanderers #lost #wander #wanderer #guide #home #akshayvasu

Sai Manohar

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Perhaps as we sleep, he weeps a few Tears that trickle down his wooden spine Her petals slip this morning on his dew Drenched, she longs, if only 'twas mine * The trees, the stars, and the shy flower * Ever observed the coy restless trees Frozen irrevocably in their muddy roots? Stretching and

Perhaps as we sleep, he weeps a few Tears that trickle down his wooden spine Her petals slip this morning on his dew Drenched, she longs, if only 'twas mine * The trees, the stars, and the shy flower * Ever observed the coy restless trees Frozen irrevocably in their muddy roots? Stretching and

Maaryah

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// O Paris! // _________ Let me be one of the artists of those streets who portrays you, Or one of those Parisians who resides in you, Or one of those dwellers in Le

// O Paris! // _________ Let me be one of the artists of those streets who portrays you, Or one of those Parisians who resides in you, Or one of those dwellers in Le

Shivansh

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I feel a profound predilection for roses that have lost the austere brightness that covered them with ancient beauty: in them I manage to find myself whole. If I had the opportunity to paint the tangles that hold me in poisonous spires, I would use the colors of the dark: the night knows how

I feel a profound predilection for roses that have lost the austere brightness that covered them with ancient beauty: in them I manage to find myself whole. If I had the opportunity to paint the tangles that hold me in poisonous spires, I would use the colors of the dark: the night knows how

Meera Ali

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People from North call them, Wanderers of East, for they swing with the rays of hope, until the day ends in West and they bloom night at the South of border. (Read Caption) I bared myself to the open sky but the land reflected the inner me. I was visible to the world, but the shadow caressed me. I hid the moon i

People from North call them, Wanderers of East, for they swing with the rays of hope, until the day ends in West and they bloom night at the South of border. (Read Caption) I bared myself to the open sky but the land reflected the inner me. I was visible to the world, but the shadow caressed me. I hid the moon i

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An Ode to Love O Love, Why do you test your Lovers? Hide from their sight like heaven? The Soul knows you are precious. The Mind knows you seek patience.

An Ode to Love O Love, Why do you test your Lovers? Hide from their sight like heaven? The Soul knows you are precious. The Mind knows you seek patience.

Meera Ali

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The power of imaginations gives you the strength to dream that doesn't exist in reality. (Read caption only if you really want to read) The younger in me used ran to the balcony and watch over the night sky, the moon was already waiting for me. I talked to him about it's wher

The power of imaginations gives you the strength to dream that doesn't exist in reality. (Read caption only if you really want to read) The younger in me used ran to the balcony and watch over the night sky, the moon was already waiting for me. I talked to him about it's wher

Meera Ali

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I am tired of becoming one more poem to let the world know about my infidelity, how I fell in love with poetry (Read Caption) I am tired of becoming one more poem to let the world know about my infidelity How I fell in love with poetry, when I am married to eulogy.

I am tired of becoming one more poem to let the world know about my infidelity, how I fell in love with poetry (Read Caption) I am tired of becoming one more poem to let the world know about my infidelity How I fell in love with poetry, when I am married to eulogy.

Allan Andrews

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ANGELIC APPLES AND APPLE ALE Aby and Amy appropriated Angels' angelic apples. Aby ate an angelic apple, Amy ate an angelic apple. Aby and Amy ate angelic apples. Angels angered at Aby and Amy. An Angel appropriated Aby's apple ale. Another Angel appropriated Amy's apple ale. Aby and Amy agonized about apple ales. 🔹ONLY FOR THE CONTESTANTS OF "AUGUST EXTRAVAGANZA" !! 🔹CIAO & Good Morning Juvenile Gems !!🌟❤ 🔹Hence we've stepped into the 3rd week of ou

ANGELIC APPLES AND APPLE ALE Aby and Amy appropriated Angels' angelic apples. Aby ate an angelic apple, Amy ate an angelic apple. Aby and Amy ate angelic apples. Angels angered at Aby and Amy. An Angel appropriated Aby's apple ale. Another Angel appropriated Amy's apple ale. Aby and Amy agonized about apple ales. 🔹ONLY FOR THE CONTESTANTS OF "AUGUST EXTRAVAGANZA" !! 🔹CIAO & Good Morning Juvenile Gems !!🌟❤ 🔹Hence we've stepped into the 3rd week of ou

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Hot bun Bunny bought a hot bun Bunny Benny ate hot bun Bunny likes butter bun Benny likes hot bun Benny bunny cried as the Hot bun fall down. 🔹ONLY FOR THE CONTESTANTS OF "AUGUST EXTRAVAGANZA" !! 🔹CIAO & Good Morning Juvenile Gems !!🌟❤ 🔹Hence we've stepped into the 3rd week of ou

Hot bun Bunny bought a hot bun Bunny Benny ate hot bun Bunny likes butter bun Benny likes hot bun Benny bunny cried as the Hot bun fall down. 🔹ONLY FOR THE CONTESTANTS OF "AUGUST EXTRAVAGANZA" !! 🔹CIAO & Good Morning Juvenile Gems !!🌟❤ 🔹Hence we've stepped into the 3rd week of ou