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It's out now 🔥🔥🔥🕺🕺🕺🕺🙏🙏🙏🤩🤩🤩 The link is available in my bio. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🙏🙏🙏🙏 Help me like and share. (at Don't Ask Me Were I Am) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQV09ukjvZD/?utm_medium=tumblr

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A JUVENILE'S HYMN Coming Out This Sunday. 🤩🤩🤩🤩 #audiomack #deezer #audiopoetry #newaudio #poetsofinstagram #poetryislife #poetryislove #poetrylovers #poetrymaykhana #poetryporn #poetryslam #poetryisnotdead (at Don't Ask Me Were I Am) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQF_rVoD4Ws/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Tag someone who shares your pain. @writeliketello_ There is no room for feelings anymore. History tells of how caged our four fathers were, and now we live in the same trauma. It's pulsating. My limbs tremble in awe of the massive destruction we face every day. Stay safe. We will break free soon. #writersofindia #writewithrupi #writewithme #writersofinstagrampoetry #poetryislife #poetryislove #poems https://www.instagram.com/p/CP-juZGja0b/?utm_medium=tumblr

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The world I live in is clustered with so much pain to pay. #writerscircle #writewithrupi #writewithme https://www.instagram.com/p/CP7bMi-j1Z3/?utm_medium=tumblr

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These demons are enlightened.

They now wield words like knives.

Stabbing pain into my heart, like a heartbreak dialogue I cried my bloody tear out.

I'm without defense but I wish I could tell a tale beyond broken family and unwanted sprout of love.

Such misgiving.

Such fallacy they preach with flared up opened nostrils and chains to bound my beliefs.

These demons are now of scientific terms.

So empirical, they teach me

To hate me.

To ask questions.

To love.

&

To be loved.

I need to exist beyond flames.

I need to exist beyond art and whiskey.

I need to exist beyond morning coffee and back corner talks at cafés.

These demons have gone beyond love stories and poetic melodramas.

Now they know how to copulate with my people.

Now they know how to sing songs and worship in churches.

Now they know what's beyond religion and fracture of time.

They speak to me about the Enochian truth.

They tell me of how inspired they made me be.

They tell me of enlightenment and rapture.

They say they were the Trinity.

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Write Like Tello

It's only an assumption that we get to meet after we die.

Your death was more tragic than mine, even though you tried to lead a more healthy life, you still ended up on the hot bitumen with your loving blood painting each tire track red, and your beautiful brain you always boast of now had nothing to argue about.

I wouldn't dispute the fact that I don't miss your arguments, it was a rise to perfection towards our friendship.

But now all is meaningless.

Days when you cover your body so no one would see how beautiful your body was, are all gone with the wind and sound of tears at your funeral.

I tried to mourn you, but it was pointless.

Don't blame me for my mediocrity, your beauty was all I had to be called special.

Some days before I was immersed in a pool of alcohol and blood from my wrist, I wished you existed as a whore.

Maybe everyone would have paid to see the inner beauty you try so hard to protect for only me.

I apologize for the bondage.

And if by any speck of imagination we meet as reincarnate or a reunion in the other realm, I hope you find this diary and read of how much I cherished our abstract prison.

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