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Cover me with wind, Your breath and frosted smile Becomes heated, Is greeted, before the miles Of your flesh, becomes explored At your great histories, adored. Wander here – Taken far from the cross, To be within the burning state. Love, at its great height, holds your weight, Crashes you into the folding embrace. Drink…
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Close the door. Open yourself to the fire, The feelings we help ourselves to, Without seconds. Devotion in the engulfing kiss, The waves against your shore. I have entered, with desire – To build a nest in your name, With a spare bough to hang above Those stars, we count, in infinite love. Facing the…
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Breathe over your untrodden valleys.This music in your earsWill keep you in faint belief, Will keep you envelopingThe aura that keeps escaping.Walk your tears this way,As now is the time to pray – For the sun to never set,For the mornings to capture our breath.Do not sleep, do notCurtain your sight with the clouds.Sentences need…
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Infinite, in the unfaltering armsThat were open to hope’s healing rain.With the shelter, beneath stars,Following tracks back to belonging.Here, with teardrops, your painClinging to lips, upon increased longing.Hollow are those eyes,Somber, in all decaying fields.Find your way back home. With fate, you wieldThe rain over your flesh,The stars over our caress. With eyes, you now…
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More than stones,More than a wire to crossOn the journey to find you alone.Feeling your veinsIn the cold wind of summer’s loss.Entering you, seizing reins,Watering your eyes with more than tears,With more than the shallow lakesReflecting your fears. A crow had spokeTo tell me you were alone,Swallowing grains that made you choke.An angel in the…
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Hold onto the wire.Our connection is always close,Even when your eyes will close.Hold onto grace, within the fire,There is never love outside of reach.Even while winter lands its flakes,I will pray from beneath,To remind you of what never dies,What never melts, what never leaves,What never fades. You were alone with the rope,Alone to walk the…
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“Art cannot be said to reference chaos, because chaos is not a creation. If specific art is said to be a representation of chaos, though was also created, then this is contradictory. Art is a creation, though chaos is not. Chaos is merely the absence of creation, because one cannot create what is chaotic. Order…
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What happens in those eyes?Is it fire-storms?Is it rain?Is it a wilderness burningTo part the west from the east,To part the moon from the sun?You were beautiful,Even whenNot regretful. I will loveTo come close.I would likeTo burn closeTo the match that startedOur smoking connection,Where particles in the vaporCollectFor our lungs to breatheWith kisses down our…
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“The most fundamental part of being human is to want more. However, in only being fundamental, many forget that there is a necessity to rise beyond the convenience and comfort of the monetary sum. If we ever attained that which would freeze our movements, then we would have no need to rise beyond the poverty…
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“Love is eternal, though only upon beginnings. If creation is love, then love is always behind an individual towards where they could not see nor prove its existence. In the Atheist’s request that the existence of God should be proven, it is not possible when no human, as an imperfect being with consumable flesh, can…
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Of bluest feelings,Whilst golden, upon the burning horizon.With reddest sealingsTo a heart encrusted with your charm,Your untamable eyesThat tear a hole through the surface.You have bled me, always wearing – My skin on the lips, swearing – You are always caring.With eyes full of dustFrom a broken hourglass in the rust – That keeps filling…
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To the order of a heart, an individualist is no longer in repetition with what is rhythmic and synchronized within the collective. If equality appears to a person as sameness among external viewings, then they have shown themselves as confused. Synchronization with physical movement is no different than the marching army. An army has been…
Modern Romanticism 