Posting one of my own poem recital.
Hopefully is not so bad afterall. Lmk.
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having a moment. That is lasting a long time
💧🍯☕️
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gentle reminder: it’s safe to let love in 💕❤️🚪💌
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and the universe said i love you because you are love.
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Numel that saw twice the stars
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i feel sticky, rain makes me feel thick
i want to squeeze myself out like a lemon
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Tera har khat ab bahaana sa lagta hai,
Ae mere dost tu ab anjana sa lagta hai,
Paati teri, alfaaz tere aur likhaai teri,
Lekin usmein kisi aur ka fasaana sa lagta hai.
Tera har khat…
Dhundhe tu ne na aane ke hazaron javaaz,
Goya ek mulakaat tujhe jurmaana sa lagta hai.
Tera har khat…
Hamare ism se hi judi hai hijr ki kahaani,
Khwaab-e-vasl ab afsaana sa lagta hai.
Tera har khat…
Shab-e-gul ki bahaar khizaa mein badal gayi,
Woh gulmohar ek khazaanaa sa lagta hai.
Tera har khat…
Katra katra guzar rahi hai jaavedani ab,
Waqt ka taqaazaa ab begaana sa lagta hai.
Tera har khat…
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Sheep in Wolves' Clothing
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i drank 2 cups of wine and made a poem about a self conscious mouse named Miss Honey Mouse that's now an OC i guess
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Freedom entangled in Strings.
One liniar Path in front.
Chosen by the Universe as the golden Child against my Will.
This is not my Body.
This is not my Personality.
These are not my Words.
These are not my Choices.
I want to tell the Truth,
yet a Screen separates our Worlds, Words falling on deaf Ears.
I can only hold the Role of the Liar in my Hands, my Thumb lingering over worn out Buttons.
A Game with limited Actions.
Nevertheless, Consequences forced upon me.
It is all an Illusion.
My Choices do not matter.
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