White isn’t the color of peace.
Lilac is.
Where a blue sea meets a crimson sun
across tides clashing white birthing the moon.
Like bruises which turn blue to blood red
when bound in white gauze.
Like grief kissing anger goodbye
when it lays clear chrysanthemums on the dead.
Like an odd concoction of milk, tears and blood
tasting sweet.
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It's funny how we
intertwine our fragile little fingers
and burden them with a promise.-
When love arrives,
it warms you slowly
with each sunrise and sunset.
When it departs,
It slithers out of your blanket
like sand in an hourglass.-
Standing by the bay,
looking at cyclones
in the eye,
is my city.
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Dear fiction flick fans,
Everyday, everywhere, someone is feeling like a fish out of water just because of you. How many times have you watched and talked and never gotten tired? [Read in caption]
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She writes poetry because she doesn't want to be a murderer but she has undoubtedly killed this teensy little reader with every poem and word of hers.
Her bullets are medicines for the many sick gits in our society irrespective of the social group they belong to.
If I could do anything else to praise her apart from writing a testimonial, I would broadcast her videos to the whole wide world.
More power to you, Mariyam Saigal!
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/Nicotex - it works/
There is a Harry struggling within us too
Struggling to produce a patronus
We know how the dementors suck
we aren't just prepared to cast our patronus
Each time we survive the dementor's infestation,
We take bits of chocolate and 'it works'
Till we are able to say,"expecto patronum"
To avert the dementor's kiss.
Thank you for the chocolates, it works.
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If miracles had another name,
They would be called Stephen Hawking.
If the universe had another name,
It would be Stephen Hawking.-