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Giftsy Dorcas

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Those dancing shoes, They make him loose, His sour moods, Liken the novel foods, He explores in uncharted land, That give rush to his adrenal gland, Enhancing his flavour, With the passing hour, Thereby, foregoing his sullenness, He waltzes with liveliness. Random ramblings: 73 💙 HE #yqbaba #newwritersclub #giftsydorcas #3dgdoc #sullenness #liveliness #dancingshoes

Those dancing shoes, They make him loose, His sour moods, Liken the novel foods, He explores in uncharted land, That give rush to his adrenal gland, Enhancing his flavour, With the passing hour, Thereby, foregoing his sullenness, He waltzes with liveliness. Random ramblings: 73 💙 HE #yqbaba #newwritersclub #giftsydorcas #3dgdoc #sullenness #liveliness #dancingshoes

Samreen Begum

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NIGHT THOUGHTS.. (read the caption) -SAMREEN @efusiva_menina Tonight; let's reveal my thoughts on the night... In a dark black blanket, I hide my emotions, recalled after all day's work, cried profuse

NIGHT THOUGHTS.. (read the caption) -SAMREEN @efusiva_menina Tonight; let's reveal my thoughts on the night... In a dark black blanket, I hide my emotions, recalled after all day's work, cried profuse

Crazy Guy Javee 🦋

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Ignore grammatical errors As I'm writing it in a hurry that too in high fever Hope you guys will like it Picture 📸 credit : javee

Ignore grammatical errors As I'm writing it in a hurry that too in high fever Hope you guys will like it Picture 📸 credit : javee

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blessed night in my viens the light of sullen dream broken and stained drive to soul part of me,dances into something between beauty and mecanical blues this change drank the poisened silence emotionally pov

blessed night in my viens the light of sullen dream broken and stained drive to soul part of me,dances into something between beauty and mecanical blues this change drank the poisened silence emotionally pov

Sanjana Kumar

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A shriek that bears the holy spirit of Charon. Making its way through every dead smile, every dead muse. With every half dead poem, every half alive interlude to our song being carried on his shoulders. Every uneven edge, carefully caressed. Every apology letter, carefully sealed, one rose tucked inside each beige envelope. //full poem in caption// Tender twigs, fallen last wishes of Autumn. Fallen last guilts of a summer so warm, a summer so cold. Fallen last wishes of days, rather q

A shriek that bears the holy spirit of Charon. Making its way through every dead smile, every dead muse. With every half dead poem, every half alive interlude to our song being carried on his shoulders. Every uneven edge, carefully caressed. Every apology letter, carefully sealed, one rose tucked inside each beige envelope. //full poem in caption// Tender twigs, fallen last wishes of Autumn. Fallen last guilts of a summer so warm, a summer so cold. Fallen last wishes of days, rather q

Kartik Prajapat

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•read in the caption• So what if it rains in your courtyard of mud? I ask a girl who smears hopes every time she builds the walls of her home and leads me to a

•read in the caption• So what if it rains in your courtyard of mud? I ask a girl who smears hopes every time she builds the walls of her home and leads me to a

Asiya Shaikh

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Wo bahar jaana bhi kya jaana, Jab bheetar hi ho qaidkhana.. Crowds are moving in a queue, without a queue, aloof or in a companionship. Moving in a tussle or hustle. There could be a conflict. To saf

Wo bahar jaana bhi kya jaana, Jab bheetar hi ho qaidkhana.. Crowds are moving in a queue, without a queue, aloof or in a companionship. Moving in a tussle or hustle. There could be a conflict. To saf

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Layered to rest... #caption# Her face was the color of a winters cloud after spending all its flakes. Giving everything she's got, she was emptied. I could see through

Layered to rest... #caption# Her face was the color of a winters cloud after spending all its flakes. Giving everything she's got, she was emptied. I could see through

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Weirdest poem sample no 2: I would talk about Porphyria's Lover by Robert Browning here: The rain set early in to-night,   The sullen win

Weirdest poem sample no 2: I would talk about Porphyria's Lover by Robert Browning here: The rain set early in to-night,   The sullen win