Shahanaz
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My precious cell phoneA Poem by Shahanaz |
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In my doll house, I win!A Poem by ShahanazIn my doll house, I can always win I am waiting for pure fresh air so my new plants can grow spontaneously, naturally without fair .. |
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Blowing Fall SeasonA Poem by ShahanazColorful, blowing fall season proves losing could be another stage of fun. |
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I feel time's tide only....A Poem by Shahanaz |
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Balancing or not existingA Poem by Shahanaz |
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Contaminated in cotaminationA Poem by ShahanazContamination in our world |
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Nothing but seasonal plantsA Poem by ShahanazHumans are more smarter than any other creation in the world but in the end their life cycles are nothing but seasonal plant. |
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Season of the year (summer) inspired next yearA Poem by Shahanazbusy and beautiful summer inspired and prepared for next year |
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Thirsty Hearts are searching mazeA Poem by ShahanazEveryone thinks their beliefs are most righteous but time and time again we see clashing of contrasting ideals. Maybe there is a blurred line which if.. |
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