There is a place it’s different for each of us, where your monsters lie.. Mines and endless hotel and the doors are red with baby blue wallpaper lining the hallways. My philosophical question and answers produce a key, and I am greeted by a mirror, no reflection, my hair raises a tumble begins, and a ripple across the surface revealing the monster I face inside, then I go to wonderland but… Idk how to explain it, just when it’s over the pen hit the floor and woke me up, ink is in the page.
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Flowers are the creator’s finishing touch, perfection in last strokes of His brush.
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God's love is extreme, tenacious. Sometimes cupid's broken arrows when mended unite ever-more dearly.
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Nobody woke up like me
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I wouldn’t have looked at her twice if she hadn’t smiled at me first. She wasn’t your typical pretty or the other Disney character who is completely a misfit and happy about it. But she had a quality I couldn’t place my finger on and I guess that’s all that made the difference.
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I have always been excited at the prospect of a woman President and really looked forward to the day that this was a reality. But, I think I am going to pass on this one.... My obligation is to my Country, not my gender...
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priv ace E ui y is it a joke 74§ passed by carter n queen who signed ot in 77 wait what? oh thats right rug rig fuck u i win
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priv ace E ui y is it a joke 74§ passed by carter n queen who signed ot in 77 wait what? oh thats right rug rig fuck u i win
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I have created the dreariest place of despicable remoteness, keeping loveliest words concealed inside, never whispered or spoken to reach a greater altitude: thoughts tossed to a storm unable to express themselves!
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Living Well — Dying Well
precepts of destiny
bookends of fate
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Fatherhood is the silent language of love, spoken through actions louder than words —the unspoken gestures and care, the tireless efforts and sacrifices, and the unwavering support and guidance. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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When sita sawambhar was taken place during that time raam broke down Shiva danush then by whom danush he was carrying to betrayed lanka paatal ravan also it's mension in mhabhart ravan came for darpati sawambhar now you commen people is who I am A kind heart guru off yamraj and patal Devi......
Aghori mhabharamnad
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This earth is such an ass world curocity that they disturb and break the unit of terms of life cycle sun is only yamraj family in purana so that bole nath speard smoke out of Sagar called ulta with rays but fuckng science lecture final episode
Agdori mahabharmanand
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Deep love goes beyond verbal expression; it's the silent understanding, the unspoken connection, and the shared emotions. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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Aghories of india I smoke in baissa cilam sey ye dabangi hai par mar Talwar ki hai
Mhabharamnad Aghori
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Some of the best poems are "booked".
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A physical scar can heal, a broken bone can reform, but once a human loses all their blood they will die. And my blood is you.
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Deep love goes beyond verbal expression; it's the silent understanding, the unspoken connection, and the shared emotions. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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You don’t know how it feels
not being part of your broken majority.
Still when you fall i will feast on your carcass alone. One by one.
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Happiness is being heartbroken but knowing that you still have people who love you.
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“Dream of a better world with less broken hearts.” Maxwell Sebastian Burchett
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Money buys happiness; patronizing the right store, is reaching to the poor with a token.
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Breakdancing is not for me,
I've already broke,
My hip and knee.
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"In every Legend in which Thoth takes a Prominent part, we see that it is he who speaks The Word that results in the wishes of Ra' being carried into effect. Then spoke Thoth to Ra', there came the instrument of Behudet in the form of a Great Winged-Disk, from this day forth he shall be called
Horbehudti (Horus Of Edfu" - Legend of the Winged Sun-Disk
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With our written and spoken word...poetry is the flavoring, that allows for a great variety of tastes.
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Poetry, is the tapestry of emotions woven with words. Each verse a brushstroke on the canvas of the soul, revealing the beauty and depth of human experience.
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Poetry is the language of the soul, a canvas where emotions paint their most vibrant hues. Each verse, a brushstroke, weaves a tapestry of feelings, thoughts, and dreams.
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Girls who ponder the depths of love without having taken the plunge are like artists, creating masterpieces in their hearts, waiting for the right moment to unveil their canvas to the world. Yet they shall not know that for every masterpiece there is always the boldest stroke which can make or break everything.
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"Whispers of love fanning passion’s fire, inspiring burning desire, in three whispered words spoken to the heart." from the poem "Whispers of Love" by Maxwell Burchett.
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She could not stop falling from the cliff. She should have known the fall always ended with broken bones and bleeding flesh.
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