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Hira Vajahat

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Clean yourself before staining others. #clean #staining #others #tas_scribbles

Clean yourself before staining others. #clean #staining #others #tas_scribbles

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tod ke sare riste nate sirf or sirf tm se mene rista joda h.... ab mujhe apnana h, ya chhod ke jana h... ye rista tm ko tmri man-marji se nibhana h .. tmre har faisele me brabar sath nibhaugi ye mat socho ki me apni man - marji tm ko dikhaugi... tod ke sare riste nate sirf or sirf tm se mene rista joda h .... Jasmine Gupta chhod ke aye apno Ko tmre pas

tod ke sare riste nate sirf or sirf tm se mene rista joda h.... ab mujhe apnana h, ya chhod ke jana h... ye rista tm ko tmri man-marji se nibhana h .. tmre har faisele me brabar sath nibhaugi ye mat socho ki me apni man - marji tm ko dikhaugi... tod ke sare riste nate sirf or sirf tm se mene rista joda h .... Jasmine Gupta chhod ke aye apno Ko tmre pas

ßPrksh Deep

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Dil ki khwhish ho tm meri.. Kamwaqt Esh Khwhish toh Znda Rkha hai haam ko.... tmre liye Dil ki khwhish ho tm meri.. Kamwaqt Esh Khwhish toh Znda Rkha hai haam ko.... tmre liye

Dil ki khwhish ho tm meri.. Kamwaqt Esh Khwhish toh Znda Rkha hai haam ko.... tmre liye Dil ki khwhish ho tm meri.. Kamwaqt Esh Khwhish toh Znda Rkha hai haam ko.... tmre liye

Major Mystique

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Blood bickers casting carmine curse And flows out blush blood vile verse (complete poem in caption) #dark #gory #blood A flaring candle flickers, burning red Ash grey curtains sway in the air Clouds ebony pour down blood And birds fly into

Blood bickers casting carmine curse And flows out blush blood vile verse (complete poem in caption) #dark #gory #blood A flaring candle flickers, burning red Ash grey curtains sway in the air Clouds ebony pour down blood And birds fly into

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~War Comes With Colours Many~— % & Crimson Red ~ for those valiant hearts participating in war for the first time that bullet shots rip apart splattering their blood over mi

~War Comes With Colours Many~— % & Crimson Red ~ for those valiant hearts participating in war for the first time that bullet shots rip apart splattering their blood over mi

Ayushi Dauneriya

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"I am a mess", not the one that beautiful girls mention in their caption. Rather, I am a filthy mess of semi-liquid mud in a pit-hole of a service road in a small town, on a rainy Sunday morning. (Continued in caption) "I am a mess", not the one that beautiful girls mention in their caption. Rather, I am a filthy mess of semi-liquid mud in a pit-hole of a s

"I am a mess", not the one that beautiful girls mention in their caption. Rather, I am a filthy mess of semi-liquid mud in a pit-hole of a service road in a small town, on a rainy Sunday morning. (Continued in caption) "I am a mess", not the one that beautiful girls mention in their caption. Rather, I am a filthy mess of semi-liquid mud in a pit-hole of a s

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// Scars of the Saint // An evergreen sentence it has become today, " scars are beautiful", can be heard every way... ( caption) // Scars of the Saint // An evergreen sentence it has become today, " scars are beautiful" can be heard every way, as I sat on my desk

// Scars of the Saint // An evergreen sentence it has become today, " scars are beautiful", can be heard every way... ( caption) // Scars of the Saint // An evergreen sentence it has become today, " scars are beautiful" can be heard every way, as I sat on my desk

Kartik Prajapat

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He asks me today why am I not bearing a Headline to my poem? and out of the thousand that strands my mind I pick up the one, reading 'My city is under the siege' and what does that mean? he turns to page 8 and recites about her standing on our step door knocking, as I graze through the bulletin imprinted with destruction and tumult panic set in his voice, he says veiling behind the curtains how he plead about her identity and she chokes up her hands banging our doors "I come a long way, my home in ruins." My father is the newspaper he reads. He asks me today why am I not bearing a Headline to my poem? and out of the thousand that strands m

He asks me today why am I not bearing a Headline to my poem? and out of the thousand that strands my mind I pick up the one, reading 'My city is under the siege' and what does that mean? he turns to page 8 and recites about her standing on our step door knocking, as I graze through the bulletin imprinted with destruction and tumult panic set in his voice, he says veiling behind the curtains how he plead about her identity and she chokes up her hands banging our doors "I come a long way, my home in ruins." My father is the newspaper he reads. He asks me today why am I not bearing a Headline to my poem? and out of the thousand that strands m

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In the battle of five armies, no creature shall survive. (Chaos in Caption.) They have known, when they said, do one thing at a time, In the battle of 5 armies, no creature survives. How the dinosaurs ruled and a powe

In the battle of five armies, no creature shall survive. (Chaos in Caption.) They have known, when they said, do one thing at a time, In the battle of 5 armies, no creature survives. How the dinosaurs ruled and a powe