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The Dream Doodler

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That stack of blank filth, is me, who scrambles the world, which was of blood, sweat. I scream to get it, the noise, the world, the landfall. But receptor's lost.

That stack of blank filth, is me, who scrambles the world, which was of blood, sweat. I scream to get it, the noise, the world, the landfall. But receptor's lost.

The Dream Doodler

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If tea is my life, you are the earthen pot, it feels like home, of the aroma and the home in soil. Though cream of the milk subsides, the mouth is the ultimate place it got Same is with you and your hair covering your face, I long for your warmth but fall in love with their softness, that I sought. The vapour through the pot and through 'you' named zephyr, make a magic; twists the life's monotonous plot.

If tea is my life, you are the earthen pot, it feels like home, of the aroma and the home in soil. Though cream of the milk subsides, the mouth is the ultimate place it got Same is with you and your hair covering your face, I long for your warmth but fall in love with their softness, that I sought. The vapour through the pot and through 'you' named zephyr, make a magic; twists the life's monotonous plot.

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Magic= We. Magic= We. ~•~ The way we fit, isn't a cage, if we feel. Softness is our bangle and not a handcuff. If within us is a life that swings, nobody but only we can fill, fill, every nooks and corners that bleed, as we are 'we'.

Magic= We. Magic= We. ~•~ The way we fit, isn't a cage, if we feel. Softness is our bangle and not a handcuff. If within us is a life that swings, nobody but only we can fill, fill, every nooks and corners that bleed, as we are 'we'.

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Belief is the bottle cap~ Belief is the bottle cap dropped inside a bottle, can't be set out without breaking the shell of limited views. Political logics are those feeble sounds made as it rattles. Corruption enters as the splash of water,

Belief is the bottle cap~ Belief is the bottle cap dropped inside a bottle, can't be set out without breaking the shell of limited views. Political logics are those feeble sounds made as it rattles. Corruption enters as the splash of water,

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At clapping in fun and stuffing in hunger, hands, why at pleasure seeking wing in crowded grounds? Shrills heard at those intimation, shivers the psyche band. Whose dignity breaks and who shrinks and why? Am I a baby's toy which it licks for a time pass, grand? Why do you engulf my content for some guilty pleasure? They say, "speak up". I say, speak up only if there's one to stand. Who can relish pleasure at pains, deserves more pounds. Pierce pain through their skin, till their empty conscience bang, grand. Pain should be given back for pain. •on sexual assault. #qsblindwars #qsblindwarsr4 #quotestitchers #dreamysblindshots

At clapping in fun and stuffing in hunger, hands, why at pleasure seeking wing in crowded grounds? Shrills heard at those intimation, shivers the psyche band. Whose dignity breaks and who shrinks and why? Am I a baby's toy which it licks for a time pass, grand? Why do you engulf my content for some guilty pleasure? They say, "speak up". I say, speak up only if there's one to stand. Who can relish pleasure at pains, deserves more pounds. Pierce pain through their skin, till their empty conscience bang, grand. Pain should be given back for pain. •on sexual assault. #qsblindwars #qsblindwarsr4 #quotestitchers #dreamysblindshots

The Dream Doodler

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We are no angel. Period. 'Papa ka naam to papa ka shaan', But if destiny shows a failure, it's mother's vile that degraded the whole child. Your gene, or carcinogen, shit or smoke, But it's she, who's the witch, didn't chop but didn't care her hubby. Can the voice rise sayin', she isn't an angel, but a human to breath?

We are no angel. Period. 'Papa ka naam to papa ka shaan', But if destiny shows a failure, it's mother's vile that degraded the whole child. Your gene, or carcinogen, shit or smoke, But it's she, who's the witch, didn't chop but didn't care her hubby. Can the voice rise sayin', she isn't an angel, but a human to breath?

The Dream Doodler

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Blindfold and lotus~ Love was blinded through my blindfolds, 'cause I fancied love as same vision. Not in love, I failed, but in the war. Of the purity that I bloomed, a hundred petals, I forgot lotus takes birth in mud. Now that mud extinguishes my every vein, I see a blind named love, in blindfold and lotus.

Blindfold and lotus~ Love was blinded through my blindfolds, 'cause I fancied love as same vision. Not in love, I failed, but in the war. Of the purity that I bloomed, a hundred petals, I forgot lotus takes birth in mud. Now that mud extinguishes my every vein, I see a blind named love, in blindfold and lotus.

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•On Unboxing• When I close my eyes, that day dances, when I bloomed taking in the aroma, unlike flowers. I wondered, seeing the reflection of shades in the pastel box, I wondered, I contain them all. I was filled with curiosity of every shade in there, I was light carrying so many of them,

•On Unboxing• When I close my eyes, that day dances, when I bloomed taking in the aroma, unlike flowers. I wondered, seeing the reflection of shades in the pastel box, I wondered, I contain them all. I was filled with curiosity of every shade in there, I was light carrying so many of them,

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And that dark night emitted red light, I thought, my halt is there. Can a red be blue, among the plethora of hammering blue oceans?

And that dark night emitted red light, I thought, my halt is there. Can a red be blue, among the plethora of hammering blue oceans?

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it leaves a cold heart. My eyes enclosed too much rains. The tales beheld, let them be secret for now. But when the eyes parted, I confronted a dawn. A dawn of sun I thought, realizations winked— It was a dawn of realizations. Where my suffocations started, I thought you to be my oxygen, I made millions of sand castles but near the sea shore.

it leaves a cold heart. My eyes enclosed too much rains. The tales beheld, let them be secret for now. But when the eyes parted, I confronted a dawn. A dawn of sun I thought, realizations winked— It was a dawn of realizations. Where my suffocations started, I thought you to be my oxygen, I made millions of sand castles but near the sea shore.