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it's last night screeching for winter's love in the blue valley of a Book Thief, reading Little Women inside a mermaid's dress, hiding the paradise of love in the depths of ocean, like a playlist of forgotten songs. October gave me it's last night screeching for winter's love in the blue valley of a Book Thief, reading Little Women inside a mermaid's dre
October gave me it's last night screeching for winter's love in the blue valley of a Book Thief, reading Little Women inside a mermaid's dre
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• hush the daylight and you were a thief • ( 6 ) the scaffoldings-like adrenaline rush, you felt like a rat on the run-of-the-mill, a fair day's work compensation was not your thing. life h
the scaffoldings-like adrenaline rush, you felt like a rat on the run-of-the-mill, a fair day's work compensation was not your thing. life h #thief #yqbaba #yqtales #loot #vocation #200thquote #lifeofathief #burglary
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Consonants hopped over vowels and clandestine meanings got lost in the reverie of finding out. A told U to find I, and you said, it's me, I, everywhere. The sentences vanished one by one and the paragraphs declined to commas as The End. (Read Caption) Title: The avarice spectators in the land of pathetic writers. In the castles of word there breathed hope of cadence and the figments of mu
Title: The avarice spectators in the land of pathetic writers. In the castles of word there breathed hope of cadence and the figments of mu
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You grew in me and I found myself in within the palms, that reaches out to you. (Read Caption) I saw the Germans wives, crying alone on the edge of streets and Jews daughters breaking mirrors and glancing at the broken pieces, as if
I saw the Germans wives, crying alone on the edge of streets and Jews daughters breaking mirrors and glancing at the broken pieces, as if
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When you speak of solitude, and your mind wanders like an unleashed dog. When your muse shuts the door, and your words rampage for freedom. When you seek for silence, and the next moment you are lying in ICU. When triviality sculptures masterpieces, and your poems seems to resist it's verses. When you can't criticize a poem, and you find your poem unworthy of critics. (Read Caption) As Rilke said, poems have no identity of their own, I searched for my existence in the thickets of my life screaming like a mad woman clapp
As Rilke said, poems have no identity of their own, I searched for my existence in the thickets of my life screaming like a mad woman clapp
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Crimsoned Shades (In Caption) It was the ring I have seen for life. A ring with skull and an arrow carved on black metal. I found this after 3 years again. I put it aroun
It was the ring I have seen for life. A ring with skull and an arrow carved on black metal. I found this after 3 years again. I put it aroun #story #yqbaba #aestheticthoughts #murdermystery #joyinjan #atmysterystory
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Crimsoned Shades (In Caption) It was the ring I have seen for life. A ring with skull and an arrow carved on black metal. I found this after 3 years again. I put it aroun
It was the ring I have seen for life. A ring with skull and an arrow carved on black metal. I found this after 3 years again. I put it aroun #story #yqbaba #aestheticthoughts #murdermystery #joyinjan #atmysterystory
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