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Noor Hindustani

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White ek waqt tha jab ham bus se daily school jane ke liye updawun karte they .vo school life ©Noor Hindustani #Thinking #Nojoto #School

White ek waqt tha jab ham bus se daily school jane ke liye updawun karte they .vo school life ©Noor Hindustani #Thinking #Nojoto #School

Ankita Tantuway

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The day government teachers start admitting their children in government schools, that day we will understand that the school education system has become better. ©Ankita Tantuway #School

The day government teachers start admitting their children in government schools, that day we will understand that the school education system has become better. ©Ankita Tantuway #School

Divya Shrotriya

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Unsplash He is the sovereign of the night, The keeper of my darkness. I seek him as the world turns still, A being untethered by mortal form, A pure, untouched soul. He dwells beyond the bounds of earth, Perhaps birthed by the whispers of a black hole, Or concealed in the mystic embrace Of the Bermuda Triangle’s enigma. He is my new moon, my untamed dream. I dare not see his face— I only crave his presence, The graze of his bare hand tracing my spine, His lips dancing on my thighs, His breath, a warm current on my neck, His teeth grazing my earlobe. Our limbs entwined as whispers rise, His gaze piercing into my soul, His tongue igniting my hidden bloom, And his face buried Between the soft sanctuary of my flesh. I yearn to lose myself in him, To surrender, to be consumed, To be his entirely. Take me as I am, Be my master. ©Divya Shrotriya #lovelife #romance #fantasy

Unsplash He is the sovereign of the night, The keeper of my darkness. I seek him as the world turns still, A being untethered by mortal form, A pure, untouched soul. He dwells beyond the bounds of earth, Perhaps birthed by the whispers of a black hole, Or concealed in the mystic embrace Of the Bermuda Triangle’s enigma. He is my new moon, my untamed dream. I dare not see his face— I only crave his presence, The graze of his bare hand tracing my spine, His lips dancing on my thighs, His breath, a warm current on my neck, His teeth grazing my earlobe. Our limbs entwined as whispers rise, His gaze piercing into my soul, His tongue igniting my hidden bloom, And his face buried Between the soft sanctuary of my flesh. I yearn to lose myself in him, To surrender, to be consumed, To be his entirely. Take me as I am, Be my master. ©Divya Shrotriya #lovelife #romance #fantasy

Ramakrishna

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School admitions ©Ramakrishna #School

School admitions ©Ramakrishna #School

Schizology

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Fantasy Often he thinks About random things Like What will today bring Often he wonders About life he ponders Like What if he went farther Often he dreams Constantly it seems Of Wild and flowing streams Often he escapes When he is not awake To Fall asleep is all it takes Often he fantasizes His interest rises To Him that is what entices Often he is woken Swearing and soaking These Dreams are so outspoken ©Schizology Fantasy #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #fantasy

Fantasy Often he thinks About random things Like What will today bring Often he wonders About life he ponders Like What if he went farther Often he dreams Constantly it seems Of Wild and flowing streams Often he escapes When he is not awake To Fall asleep is all it takes Often he fantasizes His interest rises To Him that is what entices Often he is woken Swearing and soaking These Dreams are so outspoken ©Schizology Fantasy #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #fantasy