Garret Raja

In the quiet of the night, our darkest love takes its flight,
A love like vampires, hidden from good daylight.
My husband, my dear, he's a creature of the dark,
His love awakens with the moon's sparkling arc.
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In a bustling city, there lived a girl so kind,
Every day, she walked, leaving the bus behind,
With determination and a heart so true,
She saved every penny for someone she knew.
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In a love story, tough and stern he seemed,
His words often sharp, his demeanor extreme,
But deep inside, a love silently grew,
A jackfruit love, with sweetness shining through.
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Once upon a time, a love was born,
Unseen by their eyes, yet destined to adorn.
At the start, their hearts seemed far apart,
But life's tapestry weaves a mysterious art.
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In the story of love, a tale is told,
Of a girl and a love that did unfold.
Like clear glass, her soul was revealed,
Letting light pass, all secrets unsealed.
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In a wooden box, love does reside,
Simple and humble, it won't be denied.
Plain on the surface, no frills or grand,
But within its depths, treasures are fanned.
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In a world of filters and digital displays,
Where love is but a game, a fleeting chase,
There lived a couple, a rat and a cat,
Whose love story was veiled, a charade, tit for tat.
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Where are the worms that used to be?
In waters stagnant, wild and free,
When I was but a child, you see,
They thrived and danced with glee.
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With electric bat, a sword in hand,
I take a stand, a warrior grand,
Swiftly striking, like a deft knight,
In shadows, I conquer the night.
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Helios sends his light beams to wake me up..
it penetrates the window to touch my face...
heavenly light that blighted my sleep..
Shimmer of it does not go off from my eyes..
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Amidst the tumultuous strife of life,
I struggled to choose between two ways,
To accept the absurd and find some peace,
Or to embrace freedom and face the fray.
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A year ago, I knew no hate,
Nor felt the sting of envious fate,
My heart was pure, my mind at ease,
No thoughts of malice, no thoughts of disease.
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There is a lady, with fiery rage,
Whose temper flares with every page,
Jealous of those who dare to shine,
Above her in this college line.
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Yes, I do pray when I see
The pain and suffering that others carry
The downtrodden and oppressed, their agony
My heart aches and my soul feels weary
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I lay here, waiting, yet again
For the time when we must begin
Another round of the same old game
Of making love, yet feeling no flame
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My womb feels heavy, burdened with pain
As I walk, I feel it ache again and again
I've been trying for a baby for three long years
But nothing's happening, despite the tears
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In a world of masks, where pretense prevails,
I stumbled upon a truth that seldom unveils.
A glimpse into the veiled charade of kin,
A revelation that pierced the core within.
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In love's wild game, we often stray,
Like boomerangs that fly away.
Yet no matter how far we roam,
We find ourselves back where we belong.
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In the circle of existence, divine and true,
Nature weaves its tapestry, its intricate hue.
Interconnected, species intertwine,
Dependent upon each other, in harmony divine.
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In the depths of my longing, my heart does ache,
A whispered yearning, a dream I cannot shake.
A PCOD patient, trapped in this strife,
Longing for a baby, the precious gift of life.
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