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'Tis the season to send Christmas Cards that will arrive after Christmas! Fa la la la laaa lala la la 💌🎄✒️ This has been our busiest Holiday Season yet and I haven't even had a second to send out handmade cards to my loved ones! I feel like the best way to spread love over Christmas without surpassing your budget (especially for international friends) is with homemade cards: so sentimental, and they go a long way (legitimately though) hahah! Happy Sunday, make something cool today ❄️☕️

Toronto, Ontario
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[Link in Bio] Preorder #sweeblefam @estad8 first book "#Hypnosis : Part One" releasing on 12/22 through Apple's iBooks - edited by @thejessicaferguson // cover art by @sabriinafaye

Los Angeles, California
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Söz verilmiş her şeyi unut
Cennet istemi cehennem kadar yakıcıdır
Hayat ağacı kendine dökülür yaprak, Yaprak
Kendini besler üşümek pahasına ölümüyle var olur
Özü verilmiş her cümleyi unut,umut
Sırda saklıdır. ....
.... ( Paylaştığım yazılar alıntı olarak belirtilmedikçe yazdığım andaki tanımadığım bir ben'e aittir,o kime ait diye sorarsanız da kendisini bulmanızı tavsiye ederim. )

Anıtkabir
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Me performing at Word on the Street. #spokenword #rap #hiphop #London #poem #poetry

Boondocks London
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Day:102 tutto speciale🌹


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Spreading burning warmth that eats away.
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Ashen death that leaves grey scars in its wild wake.
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A flare's chemical fuel that fizzles, flickering, fleeting.
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Flocks of brilliant blazing firebirds that meet the end of a firehose.
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Choked flames and watered feathers, the inferno falls with water falls.
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Dampened sparks reign and rain, scorch and soak.
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Molten feathers and broken bird necks.
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Avian asphyxiation and a hail of hellfire.
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Plummeting to a pyre, a pile of bodies.
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Stacked high from the earth is the hearth made from a holocaust.
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Embers glowing on the ground.
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A sea of coals that cant help but cling onto their hot consciousness.
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That fight a storm that comes down in thundering drops.
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A heat that hisses to a harsh touch.
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Cold is a world conquered, lifeless, painless, passionless, flameless.
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Hope is the one that keeps the dampened kindling.
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It's the friction, the flint, the steel, the ignition.
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One who sits striking a wet match.
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Who mistakes the vapor in their breath for smoke.
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Mistakes frostbite burn in their hands for the heat of the blaze.
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Who thinks that the light is from their feeble flint.
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Written by BlakeWrites - Blake Hull
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PC: ©️2005-2017 sethius


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There's more to this than just a show. It was such a blessing to be a part of Motown production with my incredible whānau at @forwardchurchgc yesterday ❤️I look like a glow worm buts its about the words fam 😂👊🏽thanks for filming Jen!


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