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The streets littered with
the aftermath of battle.
The stench of war and the fog of
destruction fill my lungs as I walk.
Passing by pubs and f..
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He's as fierce as a wolf
and as tough as an old mutt.;
The one who's gotta doodle legs on a snake;
He's like, "La la la," while swiping that bell...
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I may be a sinner rather than a devotee;
But I'm a Christian at heart.
In the winding roads of veins,
I find my way,
Underneath that big ol' s..
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Tie her with justice,
let justice reigns with scales.
She ties the knot tight,
with threads of righteous might.
She's the white moonlight,
who..
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A taste of salt upon the lips,
Tears mingling with the sea,
a fleeting sigh of drifting
cotton candy bus.
a leaf carried by the hush
of fa..
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First shade of pink tints
the cheeks with a hue
Of chuckles.
Second shade of pink awakens
the spark within us to keep sparkling.
Third shade ..
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Oh! Heather,
I found my gate
Upon a pebbled scented lane
Swathed with freshly shrubs.
Under the thick blues,
A scent of sun-drenched
purple..
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Like a songbird's wing
"Ain't my thing," whispers the spring.
"I love you," just a refrain of heart's terrain.
And I can't sustain...
A fleeting ..
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Time unfolds,
unseen straw of whispers;
gently caressing the
rough bark and cool air.
Skeletal branches,
the faint rustle of dried leaves
on ..
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The city of tagorian sweets
narrates a tale of Gitanjali's
saccharine melancholy.
Mishti doi swirls over
the bustling marketplace.
And oh!
t..
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