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When I goes to sleep
Heared a silent beep.
Somebody calls me
I don't know he or she .
I think it's my dream
In the mid-stream.
Dream
I'm Only
The Leaves
A Small Smile
And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream
Aspiring to achieve is fun Aspiring to achieve is fun
Wearing their suits and masks every day our superheroes fought Wearing their suits and masks every day our superheroes fought
With this self-advocacy and self consoling Able to settle-down after some time Able to manage crucia... With this self-advocacy and self consoling Able to settle-down after some time A...
The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed; The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed;
The poem shows a helpless woman killing herself as she wants to get free of the blame. The poem shows a helpless woman killing herself as she wants to get free of the ...
What crushes is the divine truth! What crushes is the divine truth!
But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see. But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see.
Judged only by the outer cover? Judged only by the outer cover?
All for one and one for all, That is unity. All for one and one for all, That is unity.
Your insolent gaze was too high, so you were wrecked Your insolent gaze was too high, so you were wrecked
My mouth tastes like blood And sometimes blood Spills out poetry And poetry looks like Nothing b... My mouth tastes like blood And sometimes blood Spills out poetry And poetry l...
Where is heaven on earth? Let’s go and see. Where is heaven on earth? Let’s go and see.
In the modern era, we purchase their labor and transform them into slave with depraving In the modern era, we purchase their labor and transform them into slave with de...
The poem shows all the phases of life. The poem shows all the phases of life.
Never again depend on a single ruler. Never again depend on a single ruler.
The poem describes life after the mother's death. The poem describes life after the mother's death.
The joy of mutual self-giving.” The joy of mutual self-giving.”
No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image. No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image.
Are we really the burden of this patriarchal society? Are we really the burden of this patriarchal society?
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