PS•   (theperkiest;)
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Joined 28 April 2018


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Joined 28 April 2018
PS• 22 MAY AT 21:16

No offense but a mango with a well-formed body is literally 'badn-aam'.

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PS• 19 MAY AT 18:31

Will swallowing my eyeballs gimme an 'insight'?

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PS• 14 APR AT 22:29

Gods are men who know they're human.

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PS• 29 MAR AT 23:44

Memories take turns under the blanket of sea waves that have no home to turn their back on,
no shore to whisper the tales which they stole from the bag of that pirate who had
loneliness and a dying promise as his only companions, and yes the bag a rugged jute,
woven with love that destines to remain chaste but unrequited, tucked in a safe that was his heart, with faith so pious that waves churning up palaces, to date, refuse to touch him.

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PS• 8 MAR AT 14:10

I'm more poetic when with you than I can ever get while writing poetry.

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PS• 1 MAR AT 16:03

I might be ugly, sure,
but you asserting that
am ugly makes you uglier.

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PS• 8 FEB AT 21:44

Does my finding answers to sums containing "π" basically imply me doing 'पाई पाई का हिसाब'?!

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PS• 6 FEB AT 21:11

Perfection is but a flaw in the human mind...

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PS• 20 JAN AT 21:38

Paav





Vada

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PS• 18 JAN AT 2:53

Song of yesteryears, not the one you had composed at the back of your journal neither the ones he likes to dance his eyes upon- in search of you, nor the one that pitched in a soft melody from Dylan's jukebox when you dug your eyes into theirs, nor those chirping meekly when your fingers prowl across the keyboard-- but the simple, plain, monotone of events that rush in, toppling atop each other, quarrelling to whisper what they thing of as a story that Night would've called upon your eyes to fetch your tears back, for you to stitch tales and pauses --
had outlets through your dead ends not been dug,
had the siren of memories not strung her harp.

and the unknown, deafening music continues.

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