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sherbet~ Cotton candy dresses these people wear, above your head they soar, beyond your reach they will. Oddly matched gloves I wear,

sherbet~ Cotton candy dresses these people wear, above your head they soar, beyond your reach they will. Oddly matched gloves I wear,

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(i) The Saffron Saint Sadness There was a sparkling deer. And that's where it started, leading to fire flames shrinking and sinking, grieving and giving. When she was captured, paint fell off from walls of life, clustering into huge masses of sadness. But more than that, betrayal. The war happened and she was called the first word uttered by its child. Warmth creeps in into every child's itchy or moist tongue and that's how he learns to call everything else in another language except for his mo

(i) The Saffron Saint Sadness There was a sparkling deer. And that's where it started, leading to fire flames shrinking and sinking, grieving and giving. When she was captured, paint fell off from walls of life, clustering into huge masses of sadness. But more than that, betrayal. The war happened and she was called the first word uttered by its child. Warmth creeps in into every child's itchy or moist tongue and that's how he learns to call everything else in another language except for his mo

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winter women~ Some women are made of winters arrived early in their yard when sunflowers shriek through the caged windows of others. They do not despise the spring with its lovely august song. Nor do they stand rigid

winter women~ Some women are made of winters arrived early in their yard when sunflowers shriek through the caged windows of others. They do not despise the spring with its lovely august song. Nor do they stand rigid

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dreamy. and then one day, paris becomes your birthday month you had been desperately waiting for. just the month. the day, however, has got nothing to say.

dreamy. and then one day, paris becomes your birthday month you had been desperately waiting for. just the month. the day, however, has got nothing to say.

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how it feels to die~ your alarm clock crashes on your bedside table. your father is already awake. he doesn't tell you to polish his shoes, today. your mother doesn't ask you to hang the clothes on the terrace, today.

how it feels to die~ your alarm clock crashes on your bedside table. your father is already awake. he doesn't tell you to polish his shoes, today. your mother doesn't ask you to hang the clothes on the terrace, today.

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draw me a map of your smile~ Draw me a map of your smile among two words of life and two words of lies. I saw a hurricane go by~ and now all I see is floating, fleeting, flowing in a state of frenzy.

draw me a map of your smile~ Draw me a map of your smile among two words of life and two words of lies. I saw a hurricane go by~ and now all I see is floating, fleeting, flowing in a state of frenzy.

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undone, in your messy bun, for then, when it is unknotted, your hair shall fall and you'll be reminded how sadness sheds its skin and changes its colours, and still feels familiar like books. Because, in the end, ain't sadness the corpse of our past just as how the book is of the tree? These were the last words of Vincent Van Gogh. #sadnessforever #vincentvangogh #theunsungquill Collaborating with YQ Muse

undone, in your messy bun, for then, when it is unknotted, your hair shall fall and you'll be reminded how sadness sheds its skin and changes its colours, and still feels familiar like books. Because, in the end, ain't sadness the corpse of our past just as how the book is of the tree? These were the last words of Vincent Van Gogh. #sadnessforever #vincentvangogh #theunsungquill Collaborating with YQ Muse

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walk two moons~ tell her, i said bye-bye. / caption / I am the moon. I am the moon who disappeared. Your earth used to have two moons. Yes, my brother and me.

walk two moons~ tell her, i said bye-bye. / caption / I am the moon. I am the moon who disappeared. Your earth used to have two moons. Yes, my brother and me.

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of barbarians and dastardlies~ I heard of a new tree name. Jacaranda. It makes me think of the sound that cocoa fruits make on the grounds of Africa as they fall. Glipping. Glopping. Glipping. Glopping.

of barbarians and dastardlies~ I heard of a new tree name. Jacaranda. It makes me think of the sound that cocoa fruits make on the grounds of Africa as they fall. Glipping. Glopping. Glipping. Glopping.

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our planets, broken. I broke my brother's crayons yesterday and now I see him scraping at white paper with a tiny bit, just the littlest one, of blue. He's making the solar system, he says.

our planets, broken. I broke my brother's crayons yesterday and now I see him scraping at white paper with a tiny bit, just the littlest one, of blue. He's making the solar system, he says.