Pie Champ Β  (Magic Quill)
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Joined 2 May 2017


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Joined 2 May 2017
28 JUN AT 10:18

The random beggar.
Ensured her attire was meticulously arranged,
reflects
a sense of elegance.

The random yet handsome beggar.
Applied the application
of a fragrant essence,
created an aura of freshness
and sophistication.
Upon a gentle sneeze,
a silent acknowledgement
of well-being was offered.
The lotion soothes her skin.

Taunts of her being bullied is a distance
melody away, the person in the mirror couldn't
be her!

Each step is to ensure her comfort,
as the lady-in-waiting
guides her towards a hall.

" Who are you, sir?"
She would ask in a faint voice.


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22 JUN AT 14:44

Have the sea taste the sweetness of sugar.
The next plunge will be salty no more.
The ocean's vastness holds a timeless allure.
Imagine the waves lapping the shore, carrying a novel saccharine.


Such a transformation would
undoubtedly impact our
IMAGINARY...
Marine
life in a profound ways.

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20 JUN AT 17:21

Like clouds drifting across the sky,
thoughts can take unexpected shapes
and directions. Embrace the freedom
of untethered thoughts, for it can lead
to innovative solutions.

Cultivate these moments of reflection
to foster new ideas.

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17 JUN AT 0:53

A celestial shimmer dances on the horizon, promising untold wonders.
The air crackles with an otherworldly energy, inviting a deeper exploration.
Whispers of stardust weave through the tapestry of night, igniting the imagination.
A symphony of light and shadow paints a breathtaking masterpiece across the velvet canvas above.
The universe unfolds in
breathtaking splendour, beckons us to reach for the impossible.

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8 MAY AT 23:48

Ou pas ou penso dore, lo mon lapo.
Lir ou zistwar ki fer mwan dormi.
Avek en ba.....
Dousman me bref.

Eple sa mo ki tou i kontan.
Laporte sa fraz i al o profon losean,
dan sa zarden koray.

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1 MAY AT 17:24

Allow the imaginary walls to fall.
Trust is a process,
unveiled by
many puzzles.
Waves do clear the sand like time
does with memories.

Yet his heart will sketch your face.
Back into existence.

Her lashes pristine,
Your lips carefully moulded.
The velvet textured nose rested in the
hugs of gushed water.


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26 APR AT 21:51

Divizyon pe al apoze.
Dan tenrm matematikal.
Nou roude ek stats..
Ki kote li ETE.
Ki kote mwan ETE.
ki kote sa enn i ETE.
Bann blasfenmer sa kenn son kouler.

Blasfenmer ki blage akoz i fasil.
Blasfenmer ki kit li normal.
Blasfenmer ki fer sa ki kouyas,
Kouyon ase pou fase ek fanmiy.
Petet annan ki Onnet, sapo a li.

Mon alfabet i rann mon en visit
ekspres.
Fer flote realite.
Gran Met, in beni sak enn ek skil.
Gou lavi i koul dan sak lapo, panse
petet i diferan.
Rann Yaweh en vizit.




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26 APR AT 21:10

Leko lareg lemonn i sonnen!
Kalite sa ankor?
Sa lodyians i demande.
Kat sanzan an sennen, blokaz mantal i
anzandre dan zenetik.
Dan sak desandans diferan lanmod,
laform lesklav.
Klase dan en palto byen fite, papye,
lank ek en grif i mele dan sa bando liberasyon.
Legzanp kler ansyen pep sagos.
Vann deryer rido.

Leko lareg lemonn i sonnen!
Pli for ankor.
Kanmarad dan Nor, i anvol partou viza lib.
Kanmarad an developman.
Aspire pou soutenabilite.
Resers e prodiktivite.
Adrese kot i mal, sa Ben dan delo
lipokrizi in tro sal.

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24 APR AT 17:05

Mon kwar ki ou en trakaser.
Sa tip dominan, ki pou kit mon panse,
dan langwas.
Angwase pou plis ki kares.
Sa pou fer mwan lizye rann larm.
Kekfwa mwan mal.
Me sa Ora ek ou, en mal dominan vantar.
Sa fraksyon pou egal trakase dan tou
son total.


Seri in stanp en mosyon konkret.
Verdik fini sele.
Deblok ou panse, obzerv mon aksyon.
Les li koule parey delwil, dan sak staz rezon.
Bann selil lespri a gany sans fletri.
En menm plitar fleri.
Ou fraksyon i enn baze lo lafreyer,
Valer i monte ek desann...
Alors
Laverite I nou formila, e zwa
de viv pou son total.



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15 APR AT 21:37

Behind the thoughts lays a dormant writer.
I'll be the astronaut one day,
to the closest star
in our galaxy midst.
A seventy light year trip.

Or a love game dip in the sweet tooth,
Mrs. Cavity will
welcome, us in open arms.

Taste of roses & thorns.
The wise words spill truth
about the dangers of beauty.
If only the tears were currencies?

Shut down the thoughts.
Allow the vowels to be expressed like
our newly created dialect.
The consonant gravitate in long form,
a stretch into our wordly vocabulary
mist.
Tamed by affection

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