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Harish K B

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Your eyes have fire, that charred my loneliness #eyes #her #charred #lonliness #yqbaba #yqdidi #yqquotes

Your eyes have fire, that charred my loneliness #eyes #her #charred #lonliness #yqbaba #yqdidi #yqquotes

Sanjana Kumar

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and the apologies died in us, with every inhale of breath. all that remained were charred regrets settling around us like dust. Charred. #yqbaba #yqtales #yqquotes #yourquote #twoliner #sorry #love

and the apologies died in us, with every inhale of breath. all that remained were charred regrets settling around us like dust. Charred. #yqbaba #yqtales #yqquotes #yourquote #twoliner #sorry #love

Amit Jotwani

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Charred remains, of her broken soul ; rancid stench, of her violated nakedness ; mesh to form a dark cloud, impregnated with odium, waiting to vent. #charred #soul #BrokenSoul #rancid #stench #clouds #vent #mesh #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Charred remains, of her broken soul ; rancid stench, of her violated nakedness ; mesh to form a dark cloud, impregnated with odium, waiting to vent. #charred #soul #BrokenSoul #rancid #stench #clouds #vent #mesh #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Sanjana Kumar

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You took the initiative. Was the pain an illusion I could breathe in, forever? You let it all burn down. I let you burn it all down. //caption// The sky is a canvas, now scorched down to flames. You took the initiative. When the rivers dried and the pebbles emerged, you let them spa

You took the initiative. Was the pain an illusion I could breathe in, forever? You let it all burn down. I let you burn it all down. //caption// The sky is a canvas, now scorched down to flames. You took the initiative. When the rivers dried and the pebbles emerged, you let them spa

Sanjana Kumar

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Or, do you smile at our helplessness now, love? // caption// We'll call it quits when we're done washing away the charred remains on the canvas, the sky. Or , never. Maybe the scorched and burnt rope

Or, do you smile at our helplessness now, love? // caption// We'll call it quits when we're done washing away the charred remains on the canvas, the sky. Or , never. Maybe the scorched and burnt rope

Black Guy

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Black rose //Captioned// Furtive motive travailed in a labyrinth, Onto a assortment of delicate tender petals, What mortals desired in inundating taints In their fut

Black rose //Captioned// Furtive motive travailed in a labyrinth, Onto a assortment of delicate tender petals, What mortals desired in inundating taints In their fut

Chitra Iyer

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What is Poetry? #wcdefinepoem There is an unmistakable rhythm in the cosmos Every living cell seems to flow seamlessly Matching the cosmic rhythmic flow o

What is Poetry? #wcdefinepoem There is an unmistakable rhythm in the cosmos Every living cell seems to flow seamlessly Matching the cosmic rhythmic flow o

Suranya

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Coming Back To You **Coming Back To You** by Suranya Sengupta She burnt in rage, Fire engulfed her soul. Her body charred With the guilt that rose. The onloo

Coming Back To You **Coming Back To You** by Suranya Sengupta She burnt in rage, Fire engulfed her soul. Her body charred With the guilt that rose. The onloo

Black Guy

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The lilac sky in hues of pale blues Crying each day for desserts In the deserted lost town . Under the lamp post of hopes I still stand among castigated parchments. Those were dreams that I weaved . The winter has come, With my balmy breaths I am counting On my fingers some days of spring. Reminiscing the lush green expanse, This everlasting cold has choked the life. //Caption Caption, TionCap// //reposting my old poems, OG readers 🤫// Read here The lilac sky in hues of pale blues Crying each day for desserts In the deserted l

The lilac sky in hues of pale blues Crying each day for desserts In the deserted lost town . Under the lamp post of hopes I still stand among castigated parchments. Those were dreams that I weaved . The winter has come, With my balmy breaths I am counting On my fingers some days of spring. Reminiscing the lush green expanse, This everlasting cold has choked the life. //Caption Caption, TionCap// //reposting my old poems, OG readers 🤫// Read here The lilac sky in hues of pale blues Crying each day for desserts In the deserted l

Ashay Choudhary

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Shovelling the dirt inside If i would've been there.. you just get in shovelling snow tired and exhausted, lay down on couch closing door.. putting the shovel aside

Shovelling the dirt inside If i would've been there.. you just get in shovelling snow tired and exhausted, lay down on couch closing door.. putting the shovel aside