The Poet's Sanctuary
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The Poet's Sanctuary appears in 8 event pages on TGListDear Competitive Exam, I know... This is probably the weirdest love letter you've ever received. People usually write love letters to a person. I chose the question paper. Our relationship has been complicated. You never text first. You never call. You don't even tell me what…
If Love Ever Finds Me I don't dream of Paris. Or candles. Or a sky filled with fireworks. Give me a rainy evening, your cold fingers searching for mine inside the pocket of my hoodie. That is enough to convince me God still writes poetry. I want to learn the geography of your…
If Love Ever Finds Me I don't dream of Paris. Or candles. Or a sky filled with fireworks. Give me a rainy evening, your cold fingers searching for mine inside the pocket of my hoodie. That is enough to convince me God still writes poetry. I want to learn the geography of your…
There is a wall. In its corner, a spider’s web, paint peeling, a ceiling damp with quiet decay. There is a wall. Long cracks running everywhere, sunlight slipping through them, trying to look inside. Still it's standing, holding the ceiling above its head. There is a wall.…
The Ugly Girl They said she was ugly. Not cruelly, of course. No one stood in the town square and announced her defects. No laws were written against her. No doors were locked. There was simply a little more warmth for her sister. A little more patience. A little more pride. A…
If Love Ever Finds Me I don't dream of Paris. Or candles. Or a sky filled with fireworks. Give me a rainy evening, your cold fingers searching for mine inside the pocket of my hoodie. That is enough to convince me God still writes poetry. I want to learn the geography of your…