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It is unfortunate that nowadays, Queen’s members (*cough* Freddie Mercury) could be considered by many to be analogous to… well, I don’t know, the Marx Brothers? And that would be certainly the case when you look at their discography as a whole; the production is vaudevillian, and the instruments are recorded over each other …
Pancake day (noun) - the most superior day of celebration. Of all 365 days, Pancake day is the culinary pinnacle of the year - the allure of sweetness is certainly not something to be passed on. My incessant augmenting enthusiasm nearly overflowed as the tempting scent of sugar wafted up the stairs when the first …
Steam swirls and dances in the air, a complex path so delicately intertwined. A sweet smell swirls in the mug below where, The perfect cup of coffee I may find. Its deep black core does swell with heat, This warmth the mug does quickly meet, The smooth black drink that quenches thirst in the morning …
Love, The golden thread that binds our hearts together or is it a thread just waiting to Snap? Called a heart-warming feeling, But is it really just anger boiling up inside? And when it bubbles over and leaves you wounded, With a gaping hole unable to be refilled. Until another person comes …
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Sanguine sunsets The sky was ablaze: Lit up with the fiery flashes of crimson, Bleeding into the orange and fuchsia rays. Flocks of birds sang in unison At the gradually fading light. Streaks of mellow gold bloomed across the soft-dying day, Grazing the waves with warmth as they climb towards the sand, Glowing as …
When the rain comes, She is there to comfort. When the pain hurts, She is there to heal. When the sadness fills me up, She is there to wash away the pain. Like a river, Flowing, graceful, Who always finds her way back to the ocean, Just as she finds her way back to …
I opened the door, and a bell rang a cheerful tune above me. Artificial white light flooded my eyes and the crescendo of whirring ovens and men shouting to one another echoed in my ears. A man sat covered in a thick coat just to the left of the door, all sign of his humanity …
Love is hard to define. Love is the way you look at someone, to not only see the good, but see the stars, the stretch marks, the tears that dried years ago. To see each and every part of them, to see all the demons, and still think that person is beautiful; not because …
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The wind is always listening, tapping at your window, playing with your hair. You may sometimes forget, but the wind is always there. When you whisper a secret, the window grabs it and holds on tight; it knows things you have already forgotten, like the first time you laughed, or the first time …
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When did my feelings get so deep? And why did this cause me to be so distraught? Why was I viewed a creep? Just because of these feelings I caught From his contagious smile to his marvellous eyes he has me under his spell. But I am just filled with lies as he …
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