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Gate Beyond Return

The sting from it’s breath, encapsulates me, shivers

Of daylight, highlights the mangled gate,

Displaying it’s villainy, slender arms outstretched,

Letting out, what I’ve fought to keep trapped… 87 more words

Poetry

When I was little, my mother would cry watching movies. We used to make fun of her, pretend as if the room was flooded. I never understood why. 113 more words

Beef Stroganoff

It’s getting soo cold! Or it is in Aurangabad at least. I’ve been finding it so hard to productive since I’ve been back. All I want to do is get into bed with a bowl of food and a movie. 352 more words

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