Piffle fills the stubborn brains of idiots. They prefer sticking to their creed rather than attest their pervasiveness.
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There are no clear victors
in war...unless one calls
standing on a summit
of rubble, Effect from
Mightier Cause enough --
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Pornography is deeper than sex on a screen. just like any content pornography speaks to some truths about who we are, fears hopes and dreams. I can make this argument that pornography offers a true moment of honesty to ourselves. Because why the hell is a video titled Horny BBW Step Mom Gets Fucked Like a Slut By Her Young Stepson have 1.6 million views.
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Punji dhan rashi makara rashi key liye keytu ganpati ji key shaath hai our kunji ki kacvi keytu mharaj hai.
Pichle baar lasun kha kar jivan jitey thai but abb ek hi moksha ashk Namak ka Modak hai.
Aghori mhabharamnad
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LaVieEnRose, Et Bleue Sarselle, Life In Pink and Teal, Wear The Ribbon Of Your Fight, For The Fight Is Real
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"People were grabbing toilet paper off the shelves as if their survival, their very lives, depended on it." opening line in the story "Covid Love" by Maxwell "Max" Burchett.
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Compartmentalize your life around your dreams, hobbies, goals even your grief and hurt and you will grow as a person.
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Intentional misinterpretation is hobby of incurable criminal minds
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The tides which ebbed, now freely to more friendly and welcoming shores, let us celebrate together on the warm sands of friendship—I Am Anaya
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~ a thought bubble requires - quiet space ~
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MY DAD
"The day I knew better my father I had. It was the funeral of my dad... In the mid journey of life ,he left us alone.. Showing us big truth of life, he was gone."
I Miss you ABBU??????
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mohobbat adhuri rahe toh achha hai
suna hai mukammal ishq shayari khraab kr deta h
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Not all with a sense of responsibility can shake off their burden and feel relieved. A damaged ego can not be repaired if stubbornness and selfishness prevail.
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The cabbage, wilting on the edge of sanity,
bleakly views the blackened pot.
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Truth means little to the rabbit
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When a blob of water merges with the Sea, its bliss.
But when the Sea ebbs into a droplet, it becomes a Gordian knot!
©Chitra Arun
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Wait for every stubborn and incorrigible child at the gate of a Prison, those who have landed there wished they had listened.
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Stubbornness: I like it the way things are, and don’t see any room for improvement.
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What is a POET? When the ink dries up, we scribble on stone. The words we share are our souls exhaling.
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The noise of Coronavirus is loudest in countries presided by old men and by media owned by old men, everything that coughs, sneezes or peeps at the Hospital is now tagged Coronavirus, there are no more causalities from diabetes, hypertension and even Cancer or HIV are on sabbatical and just as their enemy was removed, the numbers are dropping. if this is not a conspiracy, tell me what it is
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growing slow as stubble from a child’s beard
change is neither seen nor heard
until it is unfolded on the road we travel,
and then seen only in the mirror.
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Scuttlebutt is just about the only thing one gets for free in modern era. Everything right cost some cabbage.
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It is as deep as an ocean is wide
As powerful as the evening tide
The words surge forth and ebb again
The poets heart, flows through a pen
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My poetry 's
never been a
Rebel-rouser,
Just a rabble-douser.
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Today, may reality nibble your neurons
Rather than bite you in the butt
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Why I write is in the same vein as why a fisherman fishes. To have a hobby, an interest and a spot on the pier with all my other peers. To be on the water's edge enjoying the ambience, aesthetics, auxiliaries of nature and humanity. And from time to time to cast a thrill, dip my feet and see my reflection. To me that is enjoyable. And in the frame of my eyes, and hopes that is what I want to take home
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If I could make joy out of all the rubbish life throws at me, I would be the happiest person on earth...
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"A mirror can reflect who you are, but it can never determine your course of life "
-Jabbes-
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(Mama, I'm Sorry I Took After Dad)
escaping the heart ache*not making bobby sox's all stars*connies daughter ran from home plate*to slums in Seattle*
for fourty years she missed the ball
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One Lemon ( bio form).
One.
Misfire, misfit, mistake, reject.
Hell ushers, parents, 4 conspirators.
I love good people, conversation and endings.
I feel for unwed mothers, orphans and childless fathers.
I fear my life story, innocence robbed, wearing a mask.
I would have loved being part
of a tree, a branch, loving seed.
I shed tears in my gloom, rejected.
Lemon
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