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As a man, my reign is within guilt, and guilt is my protocol. I am no disbeliever to guilt, no stranger to it, as it hangs over my head like a plastered cloud, being stuck upon some unseen surface. I receive the opportunity to not achieve, though to cover guilt. Behind me, there is a…
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My personal disposition for waiting, has become a tiresome one. I recoil at the task, itself. And why is this? It is because I have waited too long, for something to arrive. My beloved. Too long have we been apart, and now she is far, still too far, and for this, I loathe waiting. Spread…
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If ever a cat could sing,And show to meAll melodies upon a mouth made of gold,From whispers made to pluck,And eyes made to stare.Love at first sight upon its kindest gaze,Wondrous gaze, and fervent glance,I would love it, hold its form, with graceful curves,And its ever-more graceful step,I would watch from a careful distance. If…
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Atop of Heaven, there is a woman, there is a beautyWhose triumphant call is a horn of flame.There is the sun,To which I grasp with all my knowingOf what she behold for me, in this time of need.My pain is a growing monster,And her touch will heal. Above to where I see long tresses trail…
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Like the sun, soon when it rises,Up towards an area developed in noontide,Where contentment should breach itself into life,I feel but the sun, as well, crawling up my stomach,To a heart made of love,To a heart injected in the confusion,To this massive feeling.As the sun rises, shows its life,So does my heart,Though, the pain surges.…
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“Can empathy be brutal? Yes. It can be brutal. It can be brutal upon the lover and the loved. Love is an emotion that stirs night into day, until the star we carried in our minds, is lingering above our drunken faces. We will deny love as long as possible, until it begins to hunt…
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All of my painGoes into this kill,This one kiss upon the terrible formThat sought me to be stillThat sought me out,To be heavy with the weight of loss,For you were there,Until you were not. Your absence might appear kind,It is unlike the place I will findYourself, among the dust of a ruined city.Might it be…
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Fall upon me with the world apart,And I will offer you a word,To see you married, to see you gladlyDressed in the adornments befittingElegance of all its domain. People do not know, the pleasures we makeOf each other.People will not know, the symptoms we create,That race forever.They will not ever see the subtlety of love.…
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Love is a shell,When it is not covered,By something that will nestle itIn moments as sweet as beading facesOf a woman, hot in exercise. Cities as old as time,All bow before the might of love,When it is that blanket of eternity.A kiss, one heated kiss,Upon a mouth, sends through shivers. A blanket, for it is…
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Why do I feel pain,When I am meant to feel love,When I am meant to feel strong?It is like the sun in my chest,Creating my weakness,Creating my heart,Creating the start,To a long road, ahead. Why don’t I feel strong,And all I feel is pain?It is a weakness, a sickness, a knowingTo know what isn’t meant…
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Modern Romanticism 