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pretentious introspection
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Sitaaron Ke Aavaaz || poetry
sitara /sih-tah-rah/ noun 1. a fixed luminous point in the night sky which is a large, remote incandescent body like the sun.
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baisers de la tombe - poetry
"You have bewitched me body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you." bullshit. highest rankings so far -10 in poetry -9 in poesia -4 in sadpoems -7 in poemcollection -1 in collectionofpoems -7 in lovepoems -11 in poems -10 in poem
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𝑲𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒂.
Kalopsia [ka-lop-se-a] Greek (n.) The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are. Poetry. Mostly intertwined with Tales of Greek Mythology. "Will wonders never cease When my muse saunters the velvet night, And prays to the moon for fine dreams, With the voice of a thousand angels singing a symphony?"...
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BOTANIC OBLIVION, poetry
- 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎'𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 - All Rights Reserved ©_eunoiia_ 2021
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𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫.
── 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘. and i'll watch your words of cloying sweet honeycomb snap into thick silence, thicker than roses drowned in ivory milk, engrave tragedy into my fate with the blade of my own archenemy.
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mango girl dreams on the yawning moon
win a fist fight with the sky and she'll tell you all her secrets
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pears for breakfast
living proof that art is fluid in form ___________________________________________ a poetry anthology written in fruit juice and cheap ink ----------------------------- in loving memory of the past @timespieces copyright 2018
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dribble
contrary to a deluge, these are tender thoughts relished for their sweetness & conciseness 2020 © rosy
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return of the renaissance
the most monumental experiences in history that i did not experience. poems alluding to past grandiose occurrences 2020 © rosy
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THE GREAT MASTERS
modernity quivers in the shadows of antiquity's gods • © sianna okaat 2017 • p744-130917
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IN THE SERVICE OF HEAVEN
i ravaged his holy church with the hellfire he poured into my veins • © sianna okaat 2017 • p120-180817 •
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TRAGEDY LANE
maybe i too am red for all the slaughter carried within me, bastard child of water, lake swelled with rotting fish. What are you searching for when you drag me from you? POETRY © nevillearts. 2022 cover . . . archaicpoets
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Paper Confines
Yes, desire is so different / when God bore you hungry. f!oc x tom riddle & f!oc x f!oc 2020 © crierayla
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fascinatingly fatal
i will squeeze my eyes so tight i won't see your evil, i will cover my ears and i will not hear your evil, and i will sew my mouth shut and you will never hear my evil again.
