The crisp warmth of a recent relationship indulges a mature couple to perform adorable acts and intimate things because their thoughts resonate in the same frequency. Down the road, when they put time in, their thoughts scatter and their relationship crumbles down bit by bit. At this stage, after a harsh argument and a prolonged consolidation by the male, in that silence, their initial crispy warmth of love pops in and they get intimate and adorable again. That's why females, madly in love, sweat and tend to argue a lot.

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Sugar,
Spice,
And everything nice.
Professor Utonium accidentally adds the Chemical X.
*KABOOM*
"Powerpuff Girls"








Sugar,
Spice,
And everything nice.
Professor Utonium accidentally adds a Pearl.
*KABOOM*
"His Mother"

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The ripples of our secret realm,
Tugged me with warmth and whelm,
You growled and moaned at my puny paw,
As I caressed you with zeal and awe,
That moonlight night, oh I remember,
When you heaved me into lustrous limber,
Our elders were furious with our act,
You were thrown out, out your pack,
My eternal wolfpack grew ferocious too,
When we got caught in that nostalgic zoo,
That squelching night that followed,
When they pawed me until I bled,
I ran away, with pain and disdain,
In searching you, with breathless vain,
Did they paw you too, oh my love,
I seek you too, in my moonlight growl.

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Our species is so boastful about its existence, that we have already stamped the future extraterrestrial contacts as an abysmal hazard. Even if these contacts belong to primal evolutions of safe colonies, every country would have their arsenals pointed at the alien mother ship as well as at their rival countries, because hatred topples over anything in Planet Earth.

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The patience and compassion glued together with a lifelong endurance that suddenly spawns in every mother after their first delivery is one of the pivotal characteristics in every female species. Borrowing a drop of nectar from this eternal flow of affection and unloading it in any relationship could weave miracles in the long run.

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INHERITANCE

Grief is the baby boy's clothing
hung in my closet—
unused, wrinkle-free, heavy, old,
and preserved,
like my maternal inheritance.

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Crossing the main road.

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My full name have four word or shortly I write as R.A.A.R , one R.A came from my paternal side and the other R.A came from my maternal side and so am lucky to have both of theirs luck😊.

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Mamie knew how to handle businesses
she knew how to count backward for fun
from a hundred thousand to none
she could spin on her ten toes swiftly
and bathe her five children simultaneously
she served the neighbors first
and then saved some for her family
she saw that the workers thrashed rice
before the sun kicked their asses goodbye
she knew what her three daughters
were doing at the cinema after school
she was aware of her sons smoking by the pool
she never questioned Papi for his ways
but she sure knew how to handle businesses

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Everything what I experienced I expressed, One thing I experienced but unable to express in words is Maternal Love

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