Toppuboi
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JPEGS
In pixels they dance, a digital art,
JPEGs, where memories depart.
Compressed they lie, yet vibrant they seem,
Moments frozen, in a digital dream.
Colors cascade, in pixels they blend,
Through cyberspace, their journey extends.
From cameras to screens, they find their place,
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Tip
A glimmer of silver, a glint of gold,
Whispers of kindness, in the tales told,
For in this vessel, a world's gratitude,
A currency of appreciation, never subdued.
It speaks of moments, big and small,
Of generosity's dance, where hearts enthrall,
A token of thanks, gesture pure,
A beacon of warmth, forever endure. 1 reply
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Love
Love, a journey, both wild and free,
A symphony of you and me.
In its embrace, we find our home,
Forever bound, no more to roam.
So let love's light guide us through,
In every moment, old and new.
For in its warmth, we truly find,
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Food
In kitchens warm, where spices dance,
Food, a tale of taste, in every glance.
From sizzling pans to sweet delight,
A symphony of flavors, day or night.
With hues of red, and greens so bright,
Ingredients weave, a culinary flight.
From earth's bounty, a feast unfurls,
Nourishing body, enriching souls.
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Home
In the quiet sanctuary of walls,
Where memories dance and shadows fall,
A haven of love, where dreams take flight,
In every corner, a guiding light.
Home, where laughter fills the air,
And each creaking floorboard holds a prayer,
A place of comfort, where we belong,
In the embrace of where we've grown strong. 1 reply
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ITAP
Through city streets and meadows green,
In every frame, a world unseen.
A portrait of humanity,
In pixels etched, for all to see.
With every click, a moment sealed,
In memory's halls, forever wield.
ITAP, a window to our soul,
In every frame, a story told.
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Art
Art whispers secrets in colors bold,
Stories untold, in sculptures cold.
A canvas vast, a melody sweet,
In every creation, emotions meet.
With every stroke, a tale is spun,
In galleries of dreams, we are one.
Through art's embrace, we find our part,
In the language of the soul, it imparts.
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