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Desert love //in the caption. — % & I am the tree by the roadside watching the wayfarers walk door to door and then tatter down. The tatters of their's are filled by the sand and cactuses. I wonder how they could sustain in the desert void of an oasis of love.

Desert love //in the caption. — % & I am the tree by the roadside watching the wayfarers walk door to door and then tatter down. The tatters of their's are filled by the sand and cactuses. I wonder how they could sustain in the desert void of an oasis of love.

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I picked her hairband. While her hair soared high with the wind that passes by. I would tie it for her to her hair but there was an immortal fear on my hands. //in the caption. — % & I picked her hairband. While her hair soared high with the wind that passes by. I would tie it for her to her hair but there was an immortal fear on my hands.

I picked her hairband. While her hair soared high with the wind that passes by. I would tie it for her to her hair but there was an immortal fear on my hands. //in the caption. — % & I picked her hairband. While her hair soared high with the wind that passes by. I would tie it for her to her hair but there was an immortal fear on my hands.

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I stopped in the middle of your conversation realising the sense of tug-of-war would impend and the rope we are tied with will sooner or later gets separated, telling us we are not mutable RNA and we must get separated.

I stopped in the middle of your conversation realising the sense of tug-of-war would impend and the rope we are tied with will sooner or later gets separated, telling us we are not mutable RNA and we must get separated.

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•Her calibre• She carries a bit more of her anger, spilling down the cup of tea on her chest, she ruins her zest. She tried to drape the burns inside as if the bin was a magical lamp. Hence, she carried it again

•Her calibre• She carries a bit more of her anger, spilling down the cup of tea on her chest, she ruins her zest. She tried to drape the burns inside as if the bin was a magical lamp. Hence, she carried it again

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Beautiful people aren't created. They are drawn like a line over a page. No color, but just a monochrome, and they appear as a complete book of masterpieces. Beautiful people aren't created. They are settled like dew on withered leaves. No grief, but just the precipitation of emotions on the lashes. And they appear as an album of masterpieces. Beautiful people aren't created. They are met like the person in the mirror. No talk, yet chaos of bewildering webs of neurons transmitting the current of numerous hills built overhead. And they appear as light from the Galaxy of masterpieces. Beautiful people aren't created. They are drawn out like the hair. No pain, yet the sorrow of falling apart. And they appear as the unique force sticking to the comb of masterpieces. #rzmp270 #myfaveng_ashu #cwobservee

Beautiful people aren't created. They are drawn like a line over a page. No color, but just a monochrome, and they appear as a complete book of masterpieces. Beautiful people aren't created. They are settled like dew on withered leaves. No grief, but just the precipitation of emotions on the lashes. And they appear as an album of masterpieces. Beautiful people aren't created. They are met like the person in the mirror. No talk, yet chaos of bewildering webs of neurons transmitting the current of numerous hills built overhead. And they appear as light from the Galaxy of masterpieces. Beautiful people aren't created. They are drawn out like the hair. No pain, yet the sorrow of falling apart. And they appear as the unique force sticking to the comb of masterpieces. #rzmp270 #myfaveng_ashu #cwobservee

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Sitting at the window side, I saw a canvas of blue turning to pink. Was it blushing or was it the weal of five elements of nature? And was the blue washed by excess of water that I put or due to more pink that I give. Where is that blue lost that holds my other blues of piles of files at elation? Is that canvas lost or is it no more? POV: the canvas where I painted my sky pink, once in childhood. But I lost the blue(tear) that wasn't blue(sadness) it was the innocent like water. P. S : that evening sky bedew'd my memories. Happy children's day to all. Though, I have not remained a child, I have one inside me that will never die or I will never let it to.

Sitting at the window side, I saw a canvas of blue turning to pink. Was it blushing or was it the weal of five elements of nature? And was the blue washed by excess of water that I put or due to more pink that I give. Where is that blue lost that holds my other blues of piles of files at elation? Is that canvas lost or is it no more? POV: the canvas where I painted my sky pink, once in childhood. But I lost the blue(tear) that wasn't blue(sadness) it was the innocent like water. P. S : that evening sky bedew'd my memories. Happy children's day to all. Though, I have not remained a child, I have one inside me that will never die or I will never let it to.

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The people, who they are to throw pebbles in your jar. They are mirrors but with no glass to tell you your class. If the flower is tired and dead already then the effort to make it alive is deadly. It is just like pouring poison and telling that water is poured. And a mirror without glass gives a nearly vague or wholly vague image of what you can and are. So keep old with you ~child and throw the new out of service ~adult. Because old note throws new note out from service. #rzmp256 #myfaveng_ashu #poetry #yqbaba #yqenglishquotes #yqenglish

The people, who they are to throw pebbles in your jar. They are mirrors but with no glass to tell you your class. If the flower is tired and dead already then the effort to make it alive is deadly. It is just like pouring poison and telling that water is poured. And a mirror without glass gives a nearly vague or wholly vague image of what you can and are. So keep old with you ~child and throw the new out of service ~adult. Because old note throws new note out from service. #rzmp256 #myfaveng_ashu #poetry #yqbaba #yqenglishquotes #yqenglish

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Never change who you are because a thar cannot be a Thor. #myfaveng_ashu #myoneliners

Never change who you are because a thar cannot be a Thor. #myfaveng_ashu #myoneliners

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Crush them under your feet, who see you as a cloud that should rain after a thunder. #cinemagraph #myfaveng_ashu

Crush them under your feet, who see you as a cloud that should rain after a thunder. #cinemagraph #myfaveng_ashu

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Today my piggy bank is full with investment of light and ramming out of darkness. I withdrew it. But now I'm on burns and the light out of me churns with the buttery oil that earns the authority of responsibility of light and yearns. //Burns in the caption. Today my piggy bank is full with investment of light and ramming out of darkness. I withdrew it. But now I'm on burns and the light out of me churns with the buttery oil that earns the authority of responsibility

Today my piggy bank is full with investment of light and ramming out of darkness. I withdrew it. But now I'm on burns and the light out of me churns with the buttery oil that earns the authority of responsibility of light and yearns. //Burns in the caption. Today my piggy bank is full with investment of light and ramming out of darkness. I withdrew it. But now I'm on burns and the light out of me churns with the buttery oil that earns the authority of responsibility