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To undress your soul,

Is to see a starless night.

With millions of fireflies,

Covering a deodar tree.

Etched with the songs,

About a bird who was afraid to fly.

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Izzy Ravas, from her novel titled Disarm: A Forbidden Romance (What We Don't Say,)

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Even if I reincarnate as a housefly, I would still find my way to you, but you're not nerdy enough to understand.

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Accidentally put my whole fucking heart into something that wasnt fucking meant for me again fucking hell

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Marisa Walz, from her book titled "Good Intentions," originally published in February 2026

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पल भर के लिए इन आँखों में हम एक ज़माना ढूंढते हैंI

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Weird how you start referring to the friends you used to see everyday as "childhood friends". You go from fighting about the smallest, most pitiful things and laughing on lame inside jokes to reminiscing about the same. Now, it takes much more time and effort to catch up on every detail about their life- from academics and future goals to family and conflicts that are holding them back. I don't know if I'm at the appropriate age to say it, but life moves fast so that effort indeed is worth it.

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कविता/Poetry and Photography- @waltz-of-letters

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January

"Happy New Year"

What feels new?

Air feels the same,

Faces look familiar.

The mirror shows a similar visage,

My heart still hides a mirage.

Even the ache has stayed, for God's sake.

"What feels new?" I asked again.

A voice, a kind one...

asked back-

How would a mere switch in numbers Make your ancient existence feel new?

Chase wonder, mystery, hope.

You can never start over.

So chase a change of plot,

Your new year will start then, and only then.

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Vehemence

The peripherals of my body are frigid.

As if the blood within me has refused to visit those alleys.

Most of it gushes within my brain,

And some of it in my heart.

The constant tale of woe,

Is stopped, thankfully.

Whenever the sunrays lay upon the anatomy that is left of me.

Like a lullaby...

That finally makes me sleep.

Poetry and Photography- @waltz-of-letters

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[pansyfemme]

wanting is deeply humiliating so ive decided that i dont need anything ever again

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December

I don't know if it's the murky sky,

Or the loch in my eyes,

But the clock seems hasty in December.

A time when my longings surrender.

A pseudo-end...

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For those who still remember 3rd of December:

(Also for those who didn't get a sweater this year)

[uniwincornick]

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