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Kartik Prajapat

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and understanding was not in the trick to learn the number of days in each month, you realize how the count of knuckles and depressions represent the ups and downs you face. • on knuckle mnemonic and learnings you learn great, what and how you learn, greatest. #learning #mnemonic #perspective #knuckles #depres

and understanding was not in the trick to learn the number of days in each month, you realize how the count of knuckles and depressions represent the ups and downs you face. • on knuckle mnemonic and learnings you learn great, what and how you learn, greatest. #learning #mnemonic #perspective #knuckles #depres

Tay Swizzle

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I have this sudden urge to punch someone Now don't suggest me to punch walls... Last time I punched wall to only see my knuckles go red 😂 #weirdurge #punch #will_a_teddybear_help ?

I have this sudden urge to punch someone Now don't suggest me to punch walls... Last time I punched wall to only see my knuckles go red 😂 #weirdurge #punch #will_a_teddybear_help ?

Nojoto Art

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Saturn Devouring His Son is Mural painting transferred to canvas, painted onto the plaster wall by Francisco Goya is a history painting that

Saturn Devouring His Son is Mural painting transferred to canvas, painted onto the plaster wall by Francisco Goya is a history painting that

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my global warming — % & There is a pool, nearby, bloody rusted soil surrounding. Mobilised battalions of sunshine foxtrot on the surface and their leader cracks

my global warming — % & There is a pool, nearby, bloody rusted soil surrounding. Mobilised battalions of sunshine foxtrot on the surface and their leader cracks

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A moment more... #caption# It's much easier to make art of imperfections knowing that she kisses me like each time her lips touch my skin, I will live a day longer o

A moment more... #caption# It's much easier to make art of imperfections knowing that she kisses me like each time her lips touch my skin, I will live a day longer o

Swati Priyadarshini

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MEET THIS CUTE LITTLE SOPHOMORE ! (In Caption) Dedicating a #testimonial to M. Swastika The Princess of an armoured kingdom, An Ineffable mystery defying fathom. Don't curb her versatil

MEET THIS CUTE LITTLE SOPHOMORE ! (In Caption) Dedicating a #testimonial to M. Swastika The Princess of an armoured kingdom, An Ineffable mystery defying fathom. Don't curb her versatil

Kartik Prajapat

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Time and again I'm onto another page. Like a virgin, it gapes me in the lines and urges me to leach it with words on its bare skin. Pale. And I, with so much sweeping over my head bend to please it with a phrase. But before I could etch it I crack my knuckles and ponder. How would I take it if it clears out permeating no truth? Would I leave it in the desert or would I still make it holding no waters? Somehow I'll be doing it latently for once more. Knowing not if it lingers within me or exacts the way it should not have. But certain how I want to pour that I'd held up for so long but for not more than now. Time and again I'm onto another page. Like a virgin, it gapes me in the lines and urges me to leach it with words on its bare skin. Pale.

Time and again I'm onto another page. Like a virgin, it gapes me in the lines and urges me to leach it with words on its bare skin. Pale. And I, with so much sweeping over my head bend to please it with a phrase. But before I could etch it I crack my knuckles and ponder. How would I take it if it clears out permeating no truth? Would I leave it in the desert or would I still make it holding no waters? Somehow I'll be doing it latently for once more. Knowing not if it lingers within me or exacts the way it should not have. But certain how I want to pour that I'd held up for so long but for not more than now. Time and again I'm onto another page. Like a virgin, it gapes me in the lines and urges me to leach it with words on its bare skin. Pale.

Sanjana Kumar

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I don't smile at them often. But sometimes I must. And sometimes I must acknowledge how I envy the dainty cycle of seasons, the back and forth to grey clouds, to red headed migratory birds calling at my window even when the curtains are drawn. //caption// Board Games. Now that my street remains unswept, the dead-crisp-withered-fallen leaves, with all their scorched elegance, sweep over the dy

I don't smile at them often. But sometimes I must. And sometimes I must acknowledge how I envy the dainty cycle of seasons, the back and forth to grey clouds, to red headed migratory birds calling at my window even when the curtains are drawn. //caption// Board Games. Now that my street remains unswept, the dead-crisp-withered-fallen leaves, with all their scorched elegance, sweep over the dy

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'the Sun used to call the Moon his WORLD ?' "Do you remember the time when the moon first rejected the sun, for he was too full of himself ?" I do. He was hurt. He was mean, but only

'the Sun used to call the Moon his WORLD ?' "Do you remember the time when the moon first rejected the sun, for he was too full of himself ?" I do. He was hurt. He was mean, but only

Priyabrata Das

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'the Sun used to call the Moon his WORLD ?' "Do you remember the time when the moon first rejected the sun, for he was too full of himself ?" I do. He was hurt. He was mean, but only

'the Sun used to call the Moon his WORLD ?' "Do you remember the time when the moon first rejected the sun, for he was too full of himself ?" I do. He was hurt. He was mean, but only