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She Who Is Called A Monster
Her world once ran on her behalf,
She freely enjoyed her stuff,
Brushing the town so confidently,
Proudly showing her beauty.
Walking towards a long road,
Her body broke,
Pain spreading deep into her bones,
Yet she holds on to hope.
Inside her tiny little body,
She carries majesty,
That's what is called a baby,
A forerunner that will l...
Monday 23rd December 2024 9:13 am
From Your Little Moon “Dear Mom..”
Dear Mom...
Every morning, the scent of warm rice from the cooker,
Along with the echoing rhythm of your footsteps,
And the sound of boiling water poured into a coffee cup,
Never fails to wake me up.
It’s a harmony I always long for,
A melody I always wish to hear,
It is etched vividly in my mind.
Dear Mom...
Your voice through the phone gent...
Saturday 28th September 2024 6:12 am
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