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All it takesTo ruin the peace ofOne who does not know warIs the greed of One individual. – Maya Desdemona
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I suppose the reason I find the human mind the most rotten of all is only because it is the only one I know and understand. There could be something way more malicious, but a human being would never know, for one can only truly communicate with other humans. …How terrifying. – Maya Desdemona
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What would reincarnation feel like?Would I be glad for another chance?Or would I miss my previous life?Would it be a new beginning?Or would it be another series of regrets?I hope that I never have to know. – Arsh
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I passed by a small lake, Devoid of even a single ripple, And saw it reflect everything beside it with perfect clarity.To me, it seemed more truthful thanAny mirror I had ever gazed upon.I saw it for but a fleeting moment,But that simple glance showed me an entire world around it. – Maya Desdemona
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Forget the old sirens,Who tempted the sailorsWith melodies and riches of old,A more powerful one has taken their place.For my bed so sweetly lulls meWith the warm embrace of sleep,To wake up from such ecstasy,Is a heartbreaking deed. – Maya Desdemona
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Icarus may have fallen,But he experienced the feeling ofFreedom from a tyrant,And the sensation of flying free.What more could he have asked for?Orpheus may have turned backTo look for Eurydice,But she never doubted his love for her,Not when he bargained with Hades for her life.What more could she have asked for?Prometheus may have been punishedWith…
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I was out on a stroll,Now usual, I suppose,Yet today I found,Another most curious view.It was high up,A rather peculiar looking cloud,And it took looking twice,For my mind to make a discernable shape.In all its abstract beauty, I could see a birdFlying out of a cloud of smokeAt least, that is what I perceived.Twenty minutes…
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Catastrophizing over the futureIs such a sordid task.The anxious wait for what’s to comeCan drive anyone to despair.Yet the future will transpireWhen its time has come to pass,And stressing about itIs an arduous and pointless endeavor. – Arsh
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Amongst the overflow of chatter between the unruly pigeons,The call of an Eagle is so distinct.In a mundane stroll devoid of much to think,It heralds, finally, some excitement to the mind.It spreads its majestic wingsOf span greater than most winged beasts, It has made itself ruler of these skiesBy circling around its land and pride.More…
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