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No Strings Attached
Our little wooden cottage was set up on the coast of the Summer Vacay, not very far from the sea. A walk with grandpa, enjoying
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Our little wooden cottage was set up on the coast of the Summer Vacay, not very far from the sea. A walk with grandpa, enjoying
He stares at me strangely This son of my mine He catches me smiling When there’s no reason or pantomime I’ve wondered down memory lane
Here I am again, back to the beginning, Temporarily happy, with this torture cycle That’s never-ending. Thought things would change when I went through those
Virescent lines drawing curves of hills I worship every time I recall her figure, Douglas firs aligned Rivet memories from our first kiss How dry
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Dear girl who had a shoddy past, I am hoping that we will never meet again and therefore writing this letter to talk to you,
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There are hundreds of articles and websites devoted to making sure that your partner knows that you love them. However, many of these articles are
While sitting on the curb, I see a rusty old bolt laying on the pavement. I pick it up, turn it and feel its
We step onto the roof in anticipation. Just the two of us and a bottle of wine, a cool summer breeze caressing our faces. “What
If you’re anything like me and have hundreds of books on your to-be-read pile and a mental TBR that’s even longer, then you might do
Don’t try to introduce my skin to your skin, ‘cause such introduction doesn’t let the light to get in Don’t try to prove me as
You perceive one of your unique hidden talents, something that you’re extremely passionate about and really good at from within yourself, work on it in
One of the most sensitive topics in today’s world among Muslim population is fashion, after which the term “Modest Fashion” was invented and introduced by
We don’t talk about our dark days. Of all earth’s lush night plant life, you choose to call the girl with war in her mouth
Say her name Burned to death for speaking out Placing seeds of doubt Telling it like it is Say her name Burned alive for speaking
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