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The Dream Doodler

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I know the hearts are deformed (-_-) •Collaborated number of times, surely. •That wasn't my individual win but with Vespera Seavey and Sha

I know the hearts are deformed (-_-) •Collaborated number of times, surely. •That wasn't my individual win but with Vespera Seavey and Sha

The Dream Doodler

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"What's in a name?" When we get an infinite? Descriptions and definitions lay on the floor In the scratches on body and soul remains engrav

"What's in a name?" When we get an infinite? Descriptions and definitions lay on the floor In the scratches on body and soul remains engrav

The Dream Doodler

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What's in 'a' name, while we have infinite? //Caption// "What's in a name?" When we get an infinite? Descriptions and definitions lay on the floor In the scratches on body and soul remains engrave

What's in 'a' name, while we have infinite? //Caption// "What's in a name?" When we get an infinite? Descriptions and definitions lay on the floor In the scratches on body and soul remains engrave

Hemalatha G

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when it's you I don't sketch the eyes, for I fear breathing life into a picture a g a i n, and losing myself to it. First the symmetrical box, I hold my HB pencil delicately and Draw the lines, like they aren't Present at all. Partially visible. My penci

when it's you I don't sketch the eyes, for I fear breathing life into a picture a g a i n, and losing myself to it. First the symmetrical box, I hold my HB pencil delicately and Draw the lines, like they aren't Present at all. Partially visible. My penci

Ayushi Dauneriya

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There are going to be very few moments in life when the life will talk to you, the river may ask you, "Hey! What keeps you going?", and you probably won't know. But hey, what kept me going was the desire to know what's on the other side of the fence. And I jumped. (Full in caption) The truth is, nobody knows the truth. Everyone is bestowed with a deformed version of it and finds a way to make peace with it. I am hopeles

There are going to be very few moments in life when the life will talk to you, the river may ask you, "Hey! What keeps you going?", and you probably won't know. But hey, what kept me going was the desire to know what's on the other side of the fence. And I jumped. (Full in caption) The truth is, nobody knows the truth. Everyone is bestowed with a deformed version of it and finds a way to make peace with it. I am hopeles

Miss xyz

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Time~ A lost home (Read caption) There was something lying in her open mind which she wanted to hide it from all or just wanted to let it go. The pores which she was car

Time~ A lost home (Read caption) There was something lying in her open mind which she wanted to hide it from all or just wanted to let it go. The pores which she was car

Writer Jiया

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Wonder how "Simplicity" crowds In speech and fade In reality. Bonjour Stitchers 🙋🏻 Our Beautiful Fabric #QSstitchonpic214 is out! 🤩 📍Stitch your fresh words on this beautiful bg. Mesmerize others wi

Wonder how "Simplicity" crowds In speech and fade In reality. Bonjour Stitchers 🙋🏻 Our Beautiful Fabric #QSstitchonpic214 is out! 🤩 📍Stitch your fresh words on this beautiful bg. Mesmerize others wi

Sanjana Kumar

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Deformed faces, staring at you, staring through their anxious breaths filling their hollow chests and you stare back at them equally defiant, shamelessly so. Wordless and silent, those eyes talk to you and what do you do? //full poem in caption// Call it one last wish, call it the burning slits through which the truth talks to your bared soul. Call it the evening prayer, call it the

Deformed faces, staring at you, staring through their anxious breaths filling their hollow chests and you stare back at them equally defiant, shamelessly so. Wordless and silent, those eyes talk to you and what do you do? //full poem in caption// Call it one last wish, call it the burning slits through which the truth talks to your bared soul. Call it the evening prayer, call it the

Sweta

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▪︎The Dread of Algol Star▪︎ 《Captioned》 Stargazing fascinates the real me And here comes the red bright star Never thought that a demon can be a name of a star but here comes the a

▪︎The Dread of Algol Star▪︎ 《Captioned》 Stargazing fascinates the real me And here comes the red bright star Never thought that a demon can be a name of a star but here comes the a

Sanjana Kumar

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The way he seemed to recognise me and me, him . //caption// Iron Railings in RGB Shades. I.The iron railings look pretty, for once. The same old iron railings. Painted a shade of yellow or black or

The way he seemed to recognise me and me, him . //caption// Iron Railings in RGB Shades. I.The iron railings look pretty, for once. The same old iron railings. Painted a shade of yellow or black or