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I was once round and plump People used to take me and eat me without a second thought. I never held a grudge, no matter how people treated me. ..

The stars were my cradle My womb the black void. I heard the screams of life and destruction I felt the fires of rage and ambition I saw the tea..

Sometimes, I wonder if there's more to the shadows in this Greenwich alley. a hint of danger lurking nearby, like a ghost from that River Thames. ..

The streets littered with the aftermath of battle. The stench of war and the fog of destruction fill my lungs as I walk. Passing by pubs and f..

He's as fierce as a wolf and as tough as an old mutt.; The one who's gotta doodle legs on a snake; He's like, "La la la," while swiping that bell...

I may be a sinner rather than a devotee; But I'm a Christian at heart. In the winding roads of veins, I find my way, Underneath that big ol' s..

Tie her with justice, let justice reigns with scales. She ties the knot tight, with threads of righteous might. She's the white moonlight, who..

A taste of salt upon the lips, Tears mingling with the sea, a fleeting sigh of drifting cotton candy bus. a leaf carried by the hush of fa..

First shade of pink tints the cheeks with a hue Of chuckles. Second shade of pink awakens the spark within us to keep sparkling. Third shade ..

Oh! Heather, I found my gate Upon a pebbled scented lane Swathed with freshly shrubs. Under the thick blues, A scent of sun-drenched purple..