Rice-Pot Riots
They tend to tear their stomachs out at night without a sense of place or time. Cursing the empty wallet
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Blooming Hues
Amidst the quiet, an artist blooms, A mother’s heart, now brushes consume. With vibrant hues on canvas, I play A
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The Love Still Remains
The relationship is lost in this crowded city, but love lives on in the tip of my pen… The memory
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