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  • _the_unheard 8w

    Always ����❤️❤️

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    Your memory is like petrichor. It rises from the heart when my tears water it.
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  • _the_unheard 9w

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    If you ever come wandering and seeking out for me, just ask the moon. It will make bridges even in the most dreary and abandoned places just to make sure we are in the same frame once again.
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  • _the_unheard 9w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 10 word short tale on Vibrant

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    Moon rejuvenates the dilapidated ones rekindling the vibrant shades inside.

  • _the_unheard 9w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 6 word one-liner on Overcome

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    Overcome the pandemonium annihilating yourself

  • _the_unheard 9w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 10 word one-liner on Oasis

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    We build oasis while wandering in our reverie, feeding silence.
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  • _the_unheard 9w

    #words never die #writinglove ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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    Flowers

    People visit the graves of their beloved ones to commemorate what's gone. They bring flowers to offer to their departed soul. Words are engraved which stand aloof, in a numb silence sharing its condolences with the ones visiting them.
    We paint our canvas with the words which are often left unheard. They are like those flowers that we offer to ourselves. Reminiscing the cryptic, surreptitious and the most beautiful parts of us. Our hearts are catacombs where things are lying broken, dilapidated and morose.
    Air carries the aroma of these flowers to the ones who visit our tomb engraved with our poetic touch. When people get to know about our tombstone, they relate with our stories and pain acting as the thread for imparting solidarity.
    Such stones are entrenching as pain is never-ending. We watch others watering these flowers with their tears. They never fade, their scent is preserved forever. Stories go on,life goes on but words are forever lying in the chamber of our hearts.
    ©ishitanegi_307

  • _the_unheard 9w

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    Our hearts have catacombs, where we bury what wasn't manifested the way we wanted it to
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  • _the_unheard 9w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 8 word short tale on Comfort

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    Comfort is another name of an utopian world.

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    Word Prompt:

    Write a 6 word short tale on Spark

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    Spark rekindles life in the lifeless

  • _the_unheard 9w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 3 word micro-tale on Passion

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    Heart bleeds passion