Insanity is an ignifying Ice for us,
as jaws jabble juices of just japes.
kings born with a knack for kingdoms:
with knights kneeling in front of Kahlua and coke.
Love is lust covered in luscious clothes,
mannerisms minimizes into meticulous miseries
as the necessity to kiss numbs numerous women.
Obscenity today tastes like oozes of opium.
my profane heart loves to preach prosperity:
after the plunders of promiscuous nights.
Writings to Heaven 
Fantastic, especially the L. Can I help you with Q?
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Sure.. you can.
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I used to do alliterations quite a bit in my early days of writings
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Ohh.. I can see the interest.. I tried today first time.
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You did fantastic for a first attempt!
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Still trying. Could have been better. We both can try Q-Y.
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Sure. Will hit you up soon.
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Was nice, again!
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Thanks again rishhu 🙂
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Beautifully written. 😍
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Thanks Khushi. 🙂
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