romanticindeed
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I have thrown away the everythingFor the singular.For the single moment, when I’d receive the kiss,The press against my lipsI never had. For what reason did I spill the tears?For what reason did I drop the dimesTo lift her life from its Hell?For what reason did I dig this deepInto the heart of mine? Wasted…
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“A hero’s identity is not meant to be discovered, not meant to be revealed, not meant to be known. Why would we say in today’s world that a person is heroic by their identity being discovered, if not to reverse the actions of a hero, to the words of a hero? To reveal, comes as…
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“Only in death, does a hero achieve selfish recognition. Without the identity of the hero, by the mask being placed over their face, one hears no words, and only receives action. Only in death, does a hero achieve the recognition they had wanted, in life. It is because no human is ever remembered for their…
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“The basis of morality aligns with the basis of the question, versus the decision to pass judgement. There are only two types of judgement to exist: the judgement of punishment, or the judgement of forgiveness. However, to act as a human, means to act according to the former. To act as God, means to act…
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There is a vast difference, within the political realms, between the words of a person and the actions of a person. To focus on the former, would be identical to believing in the “quality” of a vote, when it is merely the focus on the quantity of those votes. Between the aspect that focuses on…
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“What is normal in our world? Or, perhaps the question should be, ‘What is abnormal?’ Leading a troubled person away from a degrading direction, away from an addiction, or something similar, is simply the process of humanity in its finest showing. Would one, upon noticing that their friend, through their grief, became an addict on…
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A masterstrokeAcross your aching form, is where erotica blooms,And I bow my head, to kissWhat sears,What burns.Will you trust me with your secrets? Each scattered piece of fleshYou ever viewed in a mirror,Is collected, at this timeWith my left hand over your eyes, and my right handIs pawing smooth skin.While you sigh, attempt to fall…
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Captivation Is resignation, Under the fullest gleam From where pain flows, to a stream. One idle current Seems to be frozen Upon the tale of vividest complexion To her withered countenance. I have submitted myself To devotion’s cause, Like some highlighted deer Upon the roadway. Like a man without excuse To see her nuptial, in…
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Long solace Seems to drink me Of my bitterness, My compassion. Under the darkest moon, Where coldness is against my burned skin, Where once was a love’s phantom hand, Where once was the touch of someone Who had never been. Love dreams Like everything without urges To constrict The heart, to a small size. Love…
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Love is the most successful tormentor, for even those who succeed within it, are tormented to belong to it. When a relationship fails, it is humans who have failed, not love. We are attached to love, giving into the torment, because flesh is more vulnerable than a home. Love cannot deceive, though love will also…

