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why do they call her milk?"...i like things simple. i'm not sweet, but i'm not savoury. you leave me alone long enough, and i'll become sour. some people love me, some people don't. take it or leave it."why do they call her honey?"i sweeten the deal. i ooze gold. a treasure from the Gods. the colour of sun rays on a hot day . words from my mouth leave that decadent taste on your tongue. loved by many, hated by few."they are opposites that cannot help but be good with the other. one by themselves is almost improbable. of course it's possible, they're okay on their own, they have to be. but together? together, they make each other better. that's what it's all about.(lowercase is intentional, a stylistic choice.)RANKED #2 IN SAVOURY as of 03/08/19RANKED #16 IN TALKTHEPOC as of 01/01/19RANKED #22 IN MILK as of 05/10/20RANKED #69 IN MILK as of 12/11/21…

zeeadaj

things were shit. life was shit. "was" being the operative word. now? now, things were different.whether this so called "different" was a good thing? one can't be sure.RANKED #3 in LIQUORICE as of 03/08/19RANKED #5 IN SECONDARY as of 11/01/19RANKED #17 IN TALKTHEPOC as of 01/01/19RANKED #18 IN BWAW as of 08/12/2020…

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little bits of words seeping out through the clouds of my brain. let me take you with me as i soar among them in search of myself again.RANKED #1 in CATHARTIC as of 03/08/19RANKED #4 IN CLOUDY as of 12/30/18RANKED #19 IN CLOUDS as of 11/08/18RANKED #19 IN TALKTHEPOC as of 01/01/19RANKED #74 IN ANTHOLOGY as of 10/08/18…

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have you ever stopped and wondered what their true intentions are? their actual purpose apart from the obvious? i have. I explore the thoughts I had about their mysterious existence one night looking out my window.RANKED #1 IN WONDERINGS as of 09/12/19RANKED #428 IN NIGHT as of 11/08/18RANKED #745 IN NIGHT as of 27/06/18…

zeeadaj

typewriterˈtʌɪprʌɪtə/nounan electric, electronic, or manual machine with keys for producing print-like characters one at a time on paper inserted round a roller.I think a lot. especially when i'm down. I write my thoughts. i write my feelings. i write them to the clouds, in hopes that they'll hear me. that someone will hear me. that anyone will hear me. will that person be you? I hope so. I really do.dreamdriːm/nounplural noun: dreams1. a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep.--this book would look best in the 'courier' font.--lowercase intended.RANKED #8 IN HAIKUS as of 11/01/19RANKED #15 IN HAIKUS as of 11/08/18RANKED #67 IN UNREQUITED as of 01/01/19…