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A caravan of lawful and unbribable camelsTrudging up the subtle pathTo reach a fugacious destinationChaperoned by cacophonous wind and booming sandsto..
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Every morning,She would remember the day,She had last written, For herself.Because as a poet,She was too busy. "Empathising"
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13th century scenario,Dealing with an Anglo-Saxon lady.Who rode nakedThrough the dismal streets ofHer own abode,Coventry.Her benevolence,Shedding tea..
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Brushing lips,No insane kissingLoving passionately;No room for steamy sexNarcotic state,However,sobriety reigns supreme.Succul..
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Benches are immense;Sitters are few.Where are us?Me and you!All around just fly those pestilence-stricken,deceased leaves.Yellow,and black,and pale,an..
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Scurrying pedestrians, Foraging for the shelter.Glasses and window-panes; Shutting the beatific lashdown. ..
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Like a tortilla chip Dipped in theJalapeño of the Western sky,The sunStrips her nakedBefore the philanderer screen;Conspiring with the custom..
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Making it's way down that lovely cheekBantering every minuscule and giant blackhead on its way,A drop of tear finally succeeded in ent..
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No sooner did she plant her nimble,velvety feet in the raffish sands of timeThan the waves hurtled rambunctiouslyTo smooch those Lilliputi..
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Caressing the high-quality,sheeny paper of his son's notebook upon which the striplin..
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