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 1847ยฐ 
onlylovepoetry
study
your defined mounds and dipping hips,,
lips and heated soles, to ascertain that
your mine willingly, you're alive, still mine,
to have and hold,
not to be me, a left~behind


for
you in and ex,
hale~hail me not,
you chest. convex nor concave,
if it gives, lives, moves, my eyes,
    mine wetted eyes cannot discern,
and the precious stillness I do so adore
cherish,
contaminated by
notions of you having perished


+
it,
is wished hard away,
wished hard it may disappear,
a sigh. a groan, a puzzling moan, anything
even a sudden dreaming scream,
to confirm that our heat still can be all merged,
so that your light sleeper schema cannot be
touched and thus defeated,
so I write an only love poem,
and sign it with tears
of a cursed quiet streaming,
clouded, most unliterary, but
always
with a super silent adoration, of, for


she,
who cannot be disturbed
 701ยฐ 
ac
he said
heโ€™s just
not feeling it
anymore
but that means
at some point
he felt it too
 700ยฐ 
Nat Lipstadt
even I am puzzled that this phrase
did not prior
tickle my contronymic
poetic senses till now, for what is tender is of not always legal,
and what is legal is far far from
always tender
<>
tender/tenderness

gotta rank in my 10 top fav
words,
nothing transforms
swifter than an
unexpected kiss,
a hug from behind,
the light stroke of a forefinger,
brushing a tear from cheek,
an errant bang, a lock from vision interference,
All Super Legal
gracefully given,
gratefully given,
Wholly Unexpected,
and
great~fully
Accepted


<>
thinking that this maybe one of my
top 11 fav poems
~>
mmmmmmmmmmm
that's the sound
of me purring...
4;13am
July five
2025
 514ยฐ 
guy scutellaro
the moon lights a bed of frost.
the wind a storyteller.

are the stars and the sea
still there
when the sky weeps white?

the moon lights a bed of frost.
the wind is a storyteller

and the griffons know the failure
of flesh, flesh and bones

and feeling the bones
in my crooked nose,
I understand sunrise
is not a guarantee.

the sky weeps white.

but the nightingale sometimes
sings to me of you in my dreams.


...(if the nightingale sings of me
then know I hear her too.)
 480ยฐ 
abecedarian
passion
thirst
hurt
ephemeral
physical

cold heat
hunger
water walking
brutally real
physical

skin colors
words spontaneous
devious planned
desire desired,
physical

concrete
parchment thin
muscled strong
catch a caught
physical

making
creating
cresting
cannot live without
physical

electric
shocking
eclectic
varied
realized

why? stop here?

eyed
fingered
tongue tasted,
ear sensual
dreamt

famous
buried
tragic
comedic
gaming played

unsafe
at any
speed
languorous
fire immolating

physical chest pains,
incurable
incumbent
to possess
otherwise, death

fingernails poking
knuckle kissing
lips wetting
blood exchanging
oh yeah physical

foreign native
young old
permanently temporary
infinitely finite
definitely unending

nowhere
no expression
dying dreams
best better
agonizing

agonizing
unrequited
offer everything
receive shoulder
colder than hell

defensive
offensive
cape laid
walk on me
chivalry

until we hold each others fingers knotted
until I stroke your hair unexpectedly,
until we agree to hell with all the rest
until we say the say the same thing simultaneously
until we come together

when we have satisfied each and every one of the above,
freely confess
know nothing of love
but the picayune details that make us greater
greater than greater, greatest, then and only then
we, might have a few clues
 377ยฐ 
Ankush
I think I lost my style
A loss in spark.

maybe it wasn't mine
From the beginning.
jokes on me.
 256ยฐ 
Bri
Arenโ€™t we too young?
To carry a weight
Crushing us daily
Arenโ€™t we too young?
To think of the end
Bearing down on us
Arenโ€™t we too young?
To let tears go
Slipping down our cheeks
Arenโ€™t we too young?
To hold regrets
Leaving us wanting more
Arenโ€™t we too young?
To wish for death
Embracing us in peace
Please tell me
That it is wrong
That we are too young
I feel like this generation has to grow up too fast. Their whole life is rushed, leaving them longing for a small moment of peace. Some find a more permanent peace when everything becomes too much.
 247ยฐ 
Leo
Not a poem but a cry for help,
In this world somewhere I am losing myself..
Truth and lies seem so familiar,
I cannot make clear.

To be loved by one is a bliss,
But what about their past.
The shadows which it cast...

I always wanted to be be in a fairy tale,
But It seems all the fairies died,
And I held on to the tale...
Just changing words now and then,
I don't think I can anymore escape..
Sometimes I think I have lost it.. I am giving in to the chaos.. this is the only thing keeping me sane
 229ยฐ 
S R Mats
"I gave you my name," he said
"And you took it to the grave."
Many years rolled by in between
As they lived, loved, slept side by side.
After her death, he didn't wait long
To lie by her side, again.
He died from his broken heart.
 189ยฐ 
John Edward Smallshaw
If you think that you're 'over the hill'
there's a pill you can take
it'll make you feel brand new
and ready once more for the climb.

but you know it's all a bit Sisyphus
when
they call you by name, and it's
Narcissus.

No pills for me
herbal tea will be just fine
.
 141ยฐ 
girlinflames
you will see his eyes
and think it is love

but the danger is
we stay
when we should leave

a stone
turns into a mountain

do not give
your love
to empty hands
 129ยฐ 
Agnes de Lods
In a loud corridor
Full of young people
I move slowly, reconciled.
I have lived a little longer than they have.
And yet I do not know how
They recognize my face,
They smile at me so calmly.

On the walls
Reproductions of masters.
One calls me,
Face distorted,
Naked in his suffering.
I stop my thoughts.
I look.
I see his bitten soul.
Too many sunsets
in blood-red color.
He and she,
They lost everything
And yet they still see
so much love.

I am already with them,
on their portrait.
I am part of these colors.
I search in a corridor of eclipses,
Flashing hopes.
To soothe their dignity,
To save the bond between them.

I take this story in my hands, so gently.
Together, we look into earthly wounds.
We allow them to scar over,
Day after day,
Year after year.
Until they grow over with life.
Until they grow over with green grass.
I will be happy.
Observing how they grow in true strength
Of human fragile beings,
Of impatient humanity, longing to be reborn.
 119ยฐ 
Maniac4luv
Have I ever
Dreamt of her?
Well
She was in my dreams
But no,
I havenโ€™t.
Because the real her
Is much better
Than any dream replacement.
 117ยฐ 
Brooke
Like a moth
you draw me in
over.
and over again,
you corrupt me
every inch of me burns
but only when i'm near you.
It's a feeling i yearn for
i thrive for
i need the pain.
i always thiink the concept of a moth to a fame as a sense of uncertainty
 110ยฐ 
MrunaliniDNimbalkar
Peace is not just the absence of wrath ,
it is the very presence of wisdom,
the essence of love !
Sometimes , the most powerful thing that's to do is absolutely nothing !

@Mrunalini Nimbalkar
Promote love and peace not war
22.09.2025
 108ยฐ 
Hanny
I know the stars are still there in the morning
But I keep asking
โ€œAre the stars still looking at me?โ€
Guiding with their dim light so I can see

Hope flickers, and I look at the sky
Stopping my urge to cry
Asking if the stars will guide me in this life
Will I still be guided by their blinding light?
 101ยฐ 
greatsloth
No face to be proud of
And my pedigree's blown off;
Free hugs that no one notices,
A lips that beat white lotusesโ€”
I'm no ones best
And everybody's last and less,
I'm only here existing,
Standing while breathing,
Into the world I'm blending;
Maybe my luck has long snuffed outโ€”
Long used up when doctors pulled me out.
 91ยฐ 
Amanda Kay Burke
No music to fill lonely ears
No objects occupying each idle hand
To distract from reality
Life void of electronics I can't stand
Prompt: spend two hours with no electronics and write down how you feel
 80ยฐ 
ally
I find such comfort in the phrase โ€˜you only live onceโ€™
Because I canโ€™t imagine doing this all again.
I never want to witness the leaving of light from someoneโ€™s eyes,
Never want to be tossed in the endless tide of monotony,
Never want to collapse from my hurricane brain,
Never want to curl up and wish to be taken to a dark silent eternity.

I pray there is no afterlife,
No endless time existing.
I only want it all to end,
To have a complete lack of anything.
I donโ€™t want to meet the grim reaper,
Or greet God at His pearly gates.
I simply wish for nothing,
To live once, truly,
So I need not feel this way
Forevermore.
 76ยฐ 
Peter Gerstenmaier
The stars were not to blame
Nor the ocean between us
Or even that dreadful place
We used to call home

It was only you and me
Always a little too wrong
And maybe just a little
Too late
 73ยฐ 
Blue Sapphire
The world is the same

for you and for meโ€”

What we see

depends on

where we stand.
 70ยฐ 
Jimmy silker
To Big Ben
This gaff is not right
Without you
In it.
 67ยฐ 
Mark Wanless
evolution or
creation or a
possible third choice
 66ยฐ 
Rubyredheart
Itโ€™s incomparable
How I love you
Through every part of my being,
my existence
I love you
Itโ€™s visceral
Cellular
Cannot be excised
You are my atmosphere

Yet, now gone

I miss breathing
 65ยฐ 
Akari
I speak,
and storms gather.
Their chaos is musicโ€”
mine is thunder.

I only wished to belong,
but  I end up
too loud
becoming the reason
for anguish
 63ยฐ 
nivek
one night of sleep
one day for awake

imagination spins her webs
weaves days and nights

one night for a star
one day for Sun

on this a mind rests
a heart beats.
 63ยฐ 
anastasia
I want you to be sorry
and you never will be.
it's always the same
I want
and you deny
I want
and you lie,
but I know about lying
I'm adept.
exceptional in the field.
part of me thinks I learned from you,
part of me knows I knew the whole time.
 62ยฐ 
Lucien
My name
Means light
And
So does hers
Does that mean
Weโ€™re a match?
 57ยฐ 
Poet B
-
I am a pencil.

Needed until I am overused,

and then I am tossed aside.
 57ยฐ 
Nat Lipstadt
perhaps a subject already well covered. but I consult no one else,
who can expertly summon the artificial artifacts, no better yet,
art~i~facts of prior expert~tease, and speak only and wholly
for myself, blatant, and openly undisguised

it is the spilling, the upward sensory explosive detonating,
in a pressured chest, the eagerness
to race, to complete,
find the next line, to define, to refine to get the balance tween
elegance and simplicity, to have the ******* sensory totality
of completely having spun off a piece of me and let it free float as a balloon, that may fly to China or get stuck on a telephone pole
just beyond my front door
                                      =============
^ I write this midst the composition of another poem, wherein
unusually I feel the need to pause, collect my thoughts which are bombarding my atoms internal, causing  a new fissionable element,
distinct and unique, my poemโ€ฆnextโ€ฆ
If you have not experienced this,
then why write?

Because you know,
it is inevitable
                                 that it will happenโ€ฆ
 56ยฐ 
ZOO
Kiss me Every day
  Road ,
where shall I turn or hop
  Staying  by your side.
 55ยฐ 
Keyara S Trotman
๐”‡๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ญ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ข, ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ž๐”Ÿ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ด โ„‘'๐”ก ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ญ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ข ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ.
๐”˜๐”ซ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”จ๐”ข ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ถ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฐ๐”ข, ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ซ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ฏ๐”ถ ๐”Ÿ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐” ๐”ฅ, ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ถ ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ถ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ฏ๐”ถ.
๐”‘๐”ข๐”ข๐”ก๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฐ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฐ๐”ž๐”ถ ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ "๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ".
โ„‘'๐”ก ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ญ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ, ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ข๐”ฐ, โ„‘ ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”จ๐”ก ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ข, ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฃ.
โ„ญ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ก "๐”๐”ฆ๐”ฃ๐”ข".... ๐”ญ๐”ฆ๐” ๐”จ ๐”ฒ๐”ญ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ญ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ž ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ข.
1-800 ๐”ฆ๐”ฃ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ž ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ, ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ž๐”ฉ "1-800 ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐” ๐”ฑ๐”ฉ๐”ถ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ž๐”จ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐” ๐”ข๐”ญ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ."
๐”’๐”ซ๐”ข ๐”ญ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”Ÿ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ช, ๐” ๐”ž๐”ซ ๐” ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ช๐”ž๐”จ๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”Ÿ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ž๐”จ, ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐” ๐”ž๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ซ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ž ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ข ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ฒ๐”ญ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ข, "โ„‘'๐”ช ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”จ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ฆ๐” ๐”ข ๐” ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ช ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ž๐”ก ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ฉ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ค๐”ฒ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ"
๐”„๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ฏ๐”ถ, ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ฏ๐”ถ ๐”ค๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ญ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ก๐”ฌ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข "๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฐ"...
โ„‘'๐”ก ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”จ๐”ข ๐”ž ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ณ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ.... ๐”–๐”ญ๐”ž๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”Ÿ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ฐ, ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ž ๐”ก๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”จ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ด๐”ข ๐” ๐”ž๐”ซ ๐Ÿฅ‚
๐”—๐”ฌ๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ฑ, ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”Ÿ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ก ๐”ซ ๐”Ÿ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฏ, ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ž, ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ฎ๐”ฒ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ข ๐” ๐”ฉ๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ฐ๐”ถ ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ž๐”ซ ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฉ๐”ถ ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ซ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”Ÿ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ž๐”จ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฐ๐”ซ๐”ž๐” ๐”จ.
โ„Œ.๐”ข.๐”ž.๐”ฉ
โ„Œ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค
โ„Œ. ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ ๐”ฆ'๐”ช ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ
๐”ข. ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ถ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ง๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ "๐”Ÿ๐”ฆ๐”ท๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฏ๐”ข" ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฆ'๐”ก ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”จ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ถ ๐”ง๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ช๐”ถ ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ฃ๐”ข, ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ž ๐”ก.๐”ฏ.๐”ข.๐”ž.๐”ช
๐”ž. ๐”„๐”ญ๐”ญ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ซ'๐”ฑ ๐”ฎ๐”ฒ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ข ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ฏ ๐”ฃ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ช ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ข
๐”ฉ. ๐”ฉ.๐”ฌ.๐”ณ.๐”ข ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ช๐”ข.
๐”…๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”Ÿ๐”ถ, ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ... ๐”š๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฑ'๐”ฐ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ฐ ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”Ÿ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ต๐”ข๐”ก, "๐”ข๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ถ"
๐”ˆ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข โ„‘...
๐”–๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ถ ....
โ„‘'๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ณ๐”ข โ„‘ ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ, ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ช๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ž๐” ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ญ๐”ฐ...
๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ญ 1
๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ญ 2
๐”–๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ญ 3
๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ญ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐” ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฐ, ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ญ๐”ฉ๐”ž๐”ซ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ...
๐”—.
โ„œ.
๐”˜.
๐”–.
๐”—.
๐”–๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ถ... ๐”ก๐”ฌ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ถ?
โ„ญ๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ž ๐”ฐ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ช๐”ข, ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ?
๐”๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ถ....
๐’ฎ๐’พโ„Š๐“ƒโ„ฏ๐’น~ ๐’ซ๐“Ž๐“‰ ๐’ฆ๐’พฬจ๐“€๐’พฬจ
๐Ÿ™ˆ
๐Ÿฅ€
โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ
๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ
๐’ฎ๐’ธ๐“‡๐’พ๐“…๐“‰โ„ฏ๐’น, ๐“‚โ„ฏ, ๐“‰โ„ด ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“‚: "โ„'๐“‹โ„ฏ ๐’ทโ„ฏโ„ฏ๐“ƒ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“โ„ด๐“‹โ„ฏ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐“Žโ„ด๐“Š โ„ฏ๐“‹โ„ฏ๐“‡ ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’ธโ„ฏ"~
๐’ฎ๐’พโ„Š๐“ƒโ„ฏ๐’น~ ๐’ซ๐“Ž๐“‰ ๐’ฆ๐’พฬจ๐“€๐’พฬจ๐Ÿ“Œ
โ„'๐“‚ ๐“ˆโ„ด ๐“ˆ๐’ถ๐’น... โ„ ๐’ป๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“Žโ„ด๐“Š โ„ฏ๐“‡๐“‡๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐’ธ๐“๐“Ž ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ๐’ถ๐“ƒโ„ฏ,

๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ช๐”ข???

๐”–๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ซ๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ข๐”ก๐”ข๐”ก ๐Ÿ”ฅ
๐”„ ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ฏ ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ข๐”ก๐”ฐ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ซ'๐”ฑ ๐”ฐ๐”ฎ๐”ฒ๐”ข๐”ข๐”ท๐”ข, ๐”ž ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ฎ๐”ฒ๐”ข๐”ข๐”ท๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ฐ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ญ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ฌ ๐”ช๐”ฒ๐” ๐”ฅ ๐”ญ๐”ฌ๐”ด๐”ข๐”ฏ, ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค๐Ÿ™ˆโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ
โ„Œ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฐ๐”ฐ๐”ฐ๐”ฐ, ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ค๐”ž๐”ท๐”ข๐”ข๐”ข๐”ข, ๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿคญ
๐”’๐”ฅ ๐”ฐ.๐”ฅ.๐”ฆ.๐”ฑ... ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ, ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ญ๐”ฉ๐”ž๐”ถ "๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”จ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ"๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿฅ‚

๐’ฎ๐’พโ„Š๐“ƒโ„ฏ๐’น~ ๐’ซ๐“Ž๐“‰ ๐’ฆ๐’พฬจ๐“€๐’พฬ„

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๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“€ ๐“Žโ„ด๐“Š ๐’ปโ„ด๐“‡ ๐“Žโ„ด๐“Š๐“‡ ๐“‰๐’พ๐“‚โ„ฏ๐Ÿฅ‚
โ„›โ„ฏ๐“ˆ๐“…โ„ฏ๐’ธ๐“‰๐’ป๐“Š๐“๐“๐“Ž ๐’นโ„ฏ๐’ธ๐“๐’พ๐“ƒโ„ฏ ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“๐“...

๐’ฒ๐“‡๐’พ๐“‰๐“‰โ„ฏ๐“ƒ ~ ๐’ฎโ„ฏ๐“… 22, 2025
 55ยฐ 
Khoisan
Fame blames torture
thrashing by mortar
mother son furore defiled
blameless graves look up and heil
Dictators live while children die.
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