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single digit self esteem
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Oct 31, 2021
Oct 31, 2021 at 2:49 AM UTC
single digit self esteem
Spring upon the rose and live on the flow— delve into the fragrance that goes full tilt on petals that never drift with the wind. Let it be—without form, without a visual show. Let’s not forget the truth: even in pitch-dark invisible moments, the Moon puts up a show. Believe it or not—around that sweet spot, the artistic paragon, Paradise, may be the next stop. The butterfly paradise slips out to fly, wafting into the enduring scent of a paint so bold. Lo—on its picturesque wings it holds every eye; where it reaches, no one knows. It’s on the other side of the pool— only Queen Fathima knows that sweet spot! Any pause is deadly, heavy-handed on that route. Death is no more; it’s unknown now. And time—ripe for beauteous sight—is on for good! If only one can hold their gaze, walking the secret alleyways of God! Oh, they flower in the fire, dip into the sea in a single drop of water, and pan out to another world within this world. This time, Moses resists not— his eyes peep beyond the burnt Mount Sinai, gazing through burnt kohl, across the shaded pollens of the Ultimate Burning Beauty! When it’s live in the true terra incognita, it could be beyond the paradise rainbow— the one show the true seekers sought the most. Before long, all the rest may fade into the kohl. Godsent, the most beautiful feminine paragon—Fathima— lifts the black screen off at once, casting her gaze from every never-blurred, myriad fractal pixel. All in all, even the never-known pi digits in toto soak into the one true description of reality's show! Be en route— it’s only the chosen eyes’ wonder-show, where the handsome swans of Paradise stand on their toes.
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Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 11:17 AM UTC
The Butterfly Paradise On The Fly
Spring upon the rose and live on the flow— delve into the fragrance that goes full tilt on petals that never drift with the wind. Let it be—without form, without a visual show. Let’s not forget the truth: even in pitch-dark invisible moments, the Moon puts up a show. Believe it or not—around that sweet spot, the artistic paragon, Paradise, may be the next stop. The butterfly paradise slips out to fly, wafting into the enduring scent of a paint so bold. Lo—on its picturesque wings it holds every eye; where it reaches, no one knows. It’s on the other side of the pool— only Queen Fathima knows that sweet spot! Any pause is deadly, heavy-handed on that route. Death is no more; it’s unknown now. And time—ripe for beauteous sight—is on for good! If only one can hold their gaze, walking the secret alleyways of God! Oh, they flower in the fire, dip into the sea in a single drop of water, and pan out to another world within this world. This time, Moses resists not— his eyes peep beyond the burnt Mount Sinai, gazing through burnt kohl, across the shaded pollens of the Ultimate Burning Beauty! When it’s live in the true terra incognita, it could be beyond the paradise rainbow— the one show the true seekers sought the most. Before long, all the rest may fade into the kohl. Godsent, the most beautiful feminine paragon—Fathima— lifts the black screen off at once, casting her gaze from every never-blurred, myriad fractal pixel. All in all, even the never-known pi digits in toto soak into the one true description of reality's show! Be en route— it’s only the chosen eyes’ wonder-show, where the handsome swans of Paradise stand on their toes.
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success defined by a digit all or nothing, which is it no longer feel worth granted i never did chopped down with every number burned and bruised by the red pen but who's pen is really causing me this pain? i'd rather not admit it it's just success defined by a digit
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Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 5:06 PM UTC
success defined by a digit
Alexander of Macedonia this time won’t U-turn from the might Gangaridai. At the bubbling edge in the Indian subcontinent, one would dare, taking his last plunge, believing it here the proverbial Well of Life! Yet Al Khwarizmi will discover the algebra, drawing from ‘nothing,’ purely untouchable: The Zero from the Indian pole. Not a digit, not a number on its own, yet it’s all. Every number jumps up in the zero loophole! Then the whole number bows down into decimals, escalating the hunts of the 1.618 golden ratios. Plough through at your own pace for the uncharted water, for ab-e-hayath. Sip in a drop of elixir in this secured zone. Sylhet is in the core, is written in stone. What do these mean? I too wonder down the line, I was intrigued by the Arab and Indian tectonic plates’ slow dance. Both rolled out, hugging each other Then the Makkan soil lying at the heart of earth gets exposed, with Sylhet’s soil it pairs up! 360 Sufi dynamos, mathematically a perfect circle, find the match giving a perfect heads up laid on the nine yard show the whole box of wax, simply inking the vivo jump on the storylines. What’s under the tectonic-rug at the bottom of the earth? Shush softly, whisper—the heavens might hear it out! Hold on to the least bit, it could be all one wants. The earth, the ocean, all started with a drop of water! Let alone any well, which way did this original matter, the first, primeval drop of water stream down Has this alleyway been exposed here, or in Paradise? Then how can we say we don't have a secret for Paradise?
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
Alexander the Great own't U-turn
Alexander of Macedonia this time won’t U-turn from the might Gangaridai. At the bubbling edge in the Indian subcontinent, one would dare, taking his last plunge, believing it here the proverbial Well of Life! Yet Al Khwarizmi will discover the algebra, drawing from ‘nothing,’ purely untouchable: The Zero from the Indian pole. Not a digit, not a number on its own, yet it’s all. Every number jumps up in the zero loophole! Then the whole number bows down into decimals, escalating the hunts of the 1.618 golden ratios. Plough through at your own pace for the uncharted water, for ab-e-hayath. Sip in a drop of elixir in this secured zone. Sylhet is in the core, is written in stone. What do these mean? I too wonder down the line, I was intrigued by the Arab and Indian tectonic plates’ slow dance. Both rolled out, hugging each other Then the Makkan soil lying at the heart of earth gets exposed, with Sylhet’s soil it pairs up! 360 Sufi dynamos, mathematically a perfect circle, find the match giving a perfect heads up laid on the nine yard show the whole box of wax, simply inking the vivo jump on the storylines. What’s under the tectonic-rug at the bottom of the earth? Shush softly, whisper—the heavens might hear it out! Hold on to the least bit, it could be all one wants. The earth, the ocean, all started with a drop of water! Let alone any well, which way did this original matter, the first, primeval drop of water stream down Has this alleyway been exposed here, or in Paradise? Then how can we say we don't have a secret for Paradise?
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“Son, how much did you score?” ●10/10 Beside you, who else did score that?      ●2 others “You have to work much harder”, she told. Let me know, If possible, scores above 10/10. I’d like to join too.
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Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC
10/10
“How is my work?”, she asked If graded, 5/10. You passed. Happy, she was. “But there is more to go”, later I added. “Is there more than to pass?”, voice of  innocence. A way long.
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Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
5/10
I am not asking for an acre of Moon. Spare me a digit gap if you could.
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May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
An Acre of Moon