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Find who am I #WOW prompt

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Its night The moon is buzzed with stars, While I’m buzzed with females Sucking. Let’s keep noise every day in everything we do It fights to bite my petal skin to imbibe nectar Mood for the mosquitoes Mood for Wimbledon One giant leap for womankind I lift my weapon to give a exquisite shot I took a backhand drop shot like the crowned  Angelique kerber As mustards pops out in tempering She burns in high voltage with metallic scent You know  “God is a woman” When she gets her rackets on hand.
Who am I? Name me if you can?

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You have got wings

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I suck under every gracious floral  
I imbibe long chain of dripping red honey
White petal turns RED
My wings are always open for you Girl
Feel comfort and sky high with ankle booties
Let the era talk about our post war PERIOD.
                                                         With forever love, Sanitary Napkins







Six minutes of fame

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I want to be famous
I want to be an icon
I want millions of heart to shout my name
I want those millions to shed tear on my funeral
I want to break records
I want to hear gossips and scoopwhoop news 
I want to snatch that number one position
I want to scribble my name as an autograph
I want to have BMW m5 
I want to be remembered forever
Then I realized that fame comes with hindrance of solitary
No one knows, and will ever know
Because I have become three dimensional figure with
No flaws
No regret
No insecurities
With no time to spend on my time
Can't understand anything about what I've become
Six minutes of fame
All I need is
Scattered village with cluster of whitewashed mud brick homes
Cuddled amid green barley fields.



Give me a five

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Give me a five 
You are born in planet 'The Earth'
Give me a five 
You are born as a homo sapien
Give me a five
For that you still survive shamelessly
Give me a five
For trusting your inner unknown echoes
Give me a five
For your hearing patience over back talkers and whisperers
Give me a five
For not giving up your pride in all broken situations
Give me a five
For leading the life after witnessing the real pain of death 
Give me a five 
Finally, to your soul who leads caged life inside a body for years.


Four corners of the world

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The clock on the wall
like my bomb ticking
The fan on the roof 
Like sharp knives
The mobile on the hand
Like my lifeline 
My time and numbers running
Here and there 
Speechless, mad,sordid, without any point
Doubted, expressionless, knackered, naked
There's only one soul listening and watching
Loneliness, the biggest killer
In my four corners of the world.



Magical Clouds

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Elevated coconut trees with  heads of serpents

thundering to blow off coconuts into halves

Lightnings energizes sweet water 

Clouds extract every pulp to coconut milk

Breezy air blows with strong essence with high antioxidants

Silky liquids from nuts without any emulsifiers, additives, hydrogenated fats

Full of flavor for my skin and hair, pouring virgin coconut oil

Showers like a ayurvedic rain to refresh my dullness

Every drop from the dark clouds moisturizes my skin

Lowers bad cholesterol with a single lick 

Controls acne, dandruff, gives out fluffy volume of hair

I glow every rain oily season without any need of head and body massages 

Every drop I save by rain oil harvesting

All I need is the magical cloud of coconut oil 
So that my town remains unknown of the word "Bald".


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Three's crowd

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Dark midnight blue, flute of air

Kindling the moon with our plate of  love

Snowfall shreds chocolate fudge brownie skin with choco buttercream frosting,

Fingers frozen as jolly rancher lollipops

Melts to ooze out cocoa of love  from our pieced molten lava eyes,

Gravity suffered diabetic to pull as apart

Creepy black hole came into existence to germinate

Three's crowd of

Cynicism, suspicion turned down my love redness to Carolina reaper red

Those burns cut like a knife

Three's crowd

Ran down my spine into veins and that's the hottest part,

Was not the seed like everyone thinks,

Three's crowd 

Heat scale rosed up with chilly heads to love those burns.