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Mysterious Shiya

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हम नारियां किसी के हाथ की कठपुतलियां नहीं, जो हर कोई अपनी उंगली पर नाचता रहेगा।। #woman#fighting#against..

हम नारियां किसी के हाथ की कठपुतलियां नहीं, जो हर कोई अपनी उंगली पर नाचता रहेगा।। #woman#fighting#against..

Schizology

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January 20th 7 am After seven in the morning I can hear the ducks clearly They are making some noise So vocal even though it's early A bit of snow fell overnight Now it has turned to rain The ground lightly covered But still slippery all the same ©Schizology January 20th 7:00 am #january #Morning #Early

January 20th 7 am After seven in the morning I can hear the ducks clearly They are making some noise So vocal even though it's early A bit of snow fell overnight Now it has turned to rain The ground lightly covered But still slippery all the same ©Schizology January 20th 7:00 am #january #Morning #Early

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The woman in red Once upon a time lived a woman in the darkest corner of the city, Who traded her time in exchange for money When she walked with grace across the city roads clad in her red saree, red lipstick and wearing ‘gajra’ in her hair, She could turn heads Few with ‘awe’ and many with ‘yucks!’ The country folks called her a prostitute a whore, But every night they fantasized undressing her hitting her and forcing them inside her. “Ohhhhh !! The pleasure of just the thought of her” And their hands slid inside their pants. She was nasty and they said “ I want a pinch of her dirt on me tonight.” In the morning they cleaned the dirt off their sleeves and collars And they looked perfect outside and feeling heavenly inside. She was done working for the night unlike most of us, Who are done working for the day. She got up dressed in her best and entered into a fresh day fearlessly. The woman in red

The woman in red Once upon a time lived a woman in the darkest corner of the city, Who traded her time in exchange for money When she walked with grace across the city roads clad in her red saree, red lipstick and wearing ‘gajra’ in her hair, She could turn heads Few with ‘awe’ and many with ‘yucks!’ The country folks called her a prostitute a whore, But every night they fantasized undressing her hitting her and forcing them inside her. “Ohhhhh !! The pleasure of just the thought of her” And their hands slid inside their pants. She was nasty and they said “ I want a pinch of her dirt on me tonight.” In the morning they cleaned the dirt off their sleeves and collars And they looked perfect outside and feeling heavenly inside. She was done working for the night unlike most of us, Who are done working for the day. She got up dressed in her best and entered into a fresh day fearlessly. The woman in red

Divya Thakur

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Old Soul Old souls find themselves alone and isolated, almost since birth. Their solitary existence isn't from a preference or antisocial temperament - they are simply old. Old in heart, old in mind and old in soul They know that their body is just a carrier and they seem to remember their past lives on Earth They know the experiences they went through in all their lifetimes on Earth An old soul is a person who finds his outlook on life vastly different and more matured than those around him. ©Divya Thakur An #OldSoul floating around in the 21st century

Old Soul Old souls find themselves alone and isolated, almost since birth. Their solitary existence isn't from a preference or antisocial temperament - they are simply old. Old in heart, old in mind and old in soul They know that their body is just a carrier and they seem to remember their past lives on Earth They know the experiences they went through in all their lifetimes on Earth An old soul is a person who finds his outlook on life vastly different and more matured than those around him. ©Divya Thakur An #OldSoul floating around in the 21st century

karan sheokand

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shaniwarwada in eighteen century

shaniwarwada in eighteen century