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Assembling and disassembling have took shelter in our sleeves. They're cringing to us, humans. Furtively, I tried nudging 'em. A question struck my knees. Weak ones. Is it the other way around? Are humans used to rebuilding? Like, destructing and them constructing it brick by brick. Maybe. Maybe not. I can divert a thousand lights over it -- that I'm one such mortal. I comb my hair and stand erect to find home in voids and soul in silences, even while being an owner of everything I'm running behind. Well, let me put it this way -- I've obscured everything. Even from my senses. That's why 'I' marshal puzzles before dismantling them. Assembling and disassembling have took shelter in our sleeves. They're cringing to us, humans. Furtively, I tried nudging 'em. A question struck my knees. Weak ones. Is it the other way around? Are humans used to rebuilding? Like, destructing and them constructing it brick by brick. Maybe. Maybe not. I can divert a thousand lights over it -- that I'm one such mortal. I comb my hair and stand erect to find home in voids and soul in silences, even while being an owner of everything I'm running

Assembling and disassembling have took shelter in our sleeves. They're cringing to us, humans. Furtively, I tried nudging 'em. A question struck my knees. Weak ones. Is it the other way around? Are humans used to rebuilding? Like, destructing and them constructing it brick by brick. Maybe. Maybe not. I can divert a thousand lights over it -- that I'm one such mortal. I comb my hair and stand erect to find home in voids and soul in silences, even while being an owner of everything I'm running behind. Well, let me put it this way -- I've obscured everything. Even from my senses. That's why 'I' marshal puzzles before dismantling them. Assembling and disassembling have took shelter in our sleeves. They're cringing to us, humans. Furtively, I tried nudging 'em. A question struck my knees. Weak ones. Is it the other way around? Are humans used to rebuilding? Like, destructing and them constructing it brick by brick. Maybe. Maybe not. I can divert a thousand lights over it -- that I'm one such mortal. I comb my hair and stand erect to find home in voids and soul in silences, even while being an owner of everything I'm running

Hemalatha G

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if i let myself pull the strings of 'our' love, less harder than before, it's because #limits #love #yqbaba #yqquotes #ria_migs #strings #YourQuoteAndMine #riasquad Collaborating with Paloma 💛! (Sorry, if I've spoiled it 😫)

if i let myself pull the strings of 'our' love, less harder than before, it's because #limits #love #yqbaba #yqquotes #ria_migs #strings #YourQuoteAndMine #riasquad Collaborating with Paloma 💛! (Sorry, if I've spoiled it 😫)

Hemalatha G

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For you, I'll knit the stars and clothe you with the constellation of our desires. #foryou #riasquad 😎 (Collaborated just to use this tag. Ah, that pleasure!) #love #yqbaba #collab #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Paloma ❤️!

For you, I'll knit the stars and clothe you with the constellation of our desires. #foryou #riasquad 😎 (Collaborated just to use this tag. Ah, that pleasure!) #love #yqbaba #collab #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Paloma ❤️!

Sanjana Kumar

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Would there be room in your heart for a grief that found relief in my absence? Would you be at peace, love? I wish you no pain when I depart. Yet, I am selfish in ways I can't fathom or express. Needy in ways the Jacobin cuckoo quenches its thirst with the downpour. //caption// Secret song. Would you think of me when the light of the morning refuses to enter your room? Would you smell the rays of orange afternoons when they fall on your empty arms? Would there be room in your heart for a grief that found relief in my absence? Would you be at peace, love?

Would there be room in your heart for a grief that found relief in my absence? Would you be at peace, love? I wish you no pain when I depart. Yet, I am selfish in ways I can't fathom or express. Needy in ways the Jacobin cuckoo quenches its thirst with the downpour. //caption// Secret song. Would you think of me when the light of the morning refuses to enter your room? Would you smell the rays of orange afternoons when they fall on your empty arms? Would there be room in your heart for a grief that found relief in my absence? Would you be at peace, love?