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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.

Percy Bysshe Shelley 

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آسکر اس رات سونے کے لیے بہت پریشان تھا۔ اس نے کھڑکی سے آسمان کی طرف دیکھا۔. … a sassy woman !. Michael chad hoeppner.