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those dew drops which glide down remaining on the receptacle and stay put even after the rose gets plucked. Receptacle =.. Search it for yourself OPEN FOR COLLAB✨ #ATyoustayinmemories • A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! ✨ Collab with your so

those dew drops which glide down remaining on the receptacle and stay put even after the rose gets plucked. Receptacle =.. Search it for yourself OPEN FOR COLLAB✨ #ATyoustayinmemories • A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! ✨ Collab with your so

Komal Sharma Gupta

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painted across lines, freedom,closeness of solitary minds, rainbows , storm clouds hover above, as words redefine. Art in life, life on, within, in the lines. "The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a pass

painted across lines, freedom,closeness of solitary minds, rainbows , storm clouds hover above, as words redefine. Art in life, life on, within, in the lines. "The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a pass

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• read in the caption • lay by the wall near a window and whirl the most beautiful lines you were ever told in your head tell me not you weren't told come up wi

• read in the caption • lay by the wall near a window and whirl the most beautiful lines you were ever told in your head tell me not you weren't told come up wi

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Your blue moon... //caption// We can sit by a windowsill reflecting the light of a blue moon on our creme brulee. We can listen to our mangled thoughts and shush them wit

Your blue moon... //caption// We can sit by a windowsill reflecting the light of a blue moon on our creme brulee. We can listen to our mangled thoughts and shush them wit

Meera Ali

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You love the love, Your lover loves the latter. You love your lover. Someone else loves the love of your life. (Read Caption) Part 1 Unrequited love. Unheard stories of those insomniac lovers, waiting every night for that shooting star to fall upon on them and

You love the love, Your lover loves the latter. You love your lover. Someone else loves the love of your life. (Read Caption) Part 1 Unrequited love. Unheard stories of those insomniac lovers, waiting every night for that shooting star to fall upon on them and

Tanya Multani

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Metaphors You laid on the side of the bed as you always did. Your hair rolling down from the corners. Eyes looking out the windowpane like they wer

Metaphors You laid on the side of the bed as you always did. Your hair rolling down from the corners. Eyes looking out the windowpane like they wer

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I open that box of goodwill And spread its contents all around-- Love for the loveless; Rapture for the lonely; Prosperity for the luckless; Benevolence for the abused; And a lot of other gifts That may generate paradise In this decrepit, putrid realm of madness. (CAPTION) "Pandora's Box" I open that box of goodwill And spread its contents all around-- Love for the loveless; Rapture for the lonely; Prosperity

I open that box of goodwill And spread its contents all around-- Love for the loveless; Rapture for the lonely; Prosperity for the luckless; Benevolence for the abused; And a lot of other gifts That may generate paradise In this decrepit, putrid realm of madness. (CAPTION) "Pandora's Box" I open that box of goodwill And spread its contents all around-- Love for the loveless; Rapture for the lonely; Prosperity

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Take a few sips of poetry, whispered the night into my ears, and I gave all myself to become it's muse. (Read Caption) Every night, I pull moon close to me, and hid under my blanket's radar, to feel the winds leftover traces on it's mouth on my skin, when my

Take a few sips of poetry, whispered the night into my ears, and I gave all myself to become it's muse. (Read Caption) Every night, I pull moon close to me, and hid under my blanket's radar, to feel the winds leftover traces on it's mouth on my skin, when my

Shivansh

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And I swear I'll fly, I'll fly and not even the doves will be able to catch me. I will be a distant verse, poetry that falls in love and I'll not die until I become a shooting star. (Caption..) The stars in the sky and your kisses on my forehead. Does it sound familiar? It hurts? Wasn't that what your mouth preached? Weren't those y

And I swear I'll fly, I'll fly and not even the doves will be able to catch me. I will be a distant verse, poetry that falls in love and I'll not die until I become a shooting star. (Caption..) The stars in the sky and your kisses on my forehead. Does it sound familiar? It hurts? Wasn't that what your mouth preached? Weren't those y

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Dear special soul... #caption# Dear special soul who I will always love, I've coded my heart in rose quartz and placed all my fate in time because it's supposed to be perf

Dear special soul... #caption# Dear special soul who I will always love, I've coded my heart in rose quartz and placed all my fate in time because it's supposed to be perf