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Her face, withinTeardrops and porcelain.To lose a strand of her hairWill prevent summerFrom arriving at the view of her twin.Some recollection that sundersWarmth from her skin, – As a piece of her, withinRedoes the knots,Can I arrive without losing my spot?To sadness, too lateTo kiss her remnants, with a teardropToo soon to let looseWhile stunning…
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Without waterLove has not washed our feet.Depleted by jealousyAs sorrow comes with the next wave.We have starved herFrom those cliffs, with teardrops of heatBeaming crystal woes. To her lipsWhere particles of dirt reside,Some kiss to taste deathUpon those shouts through the tide. Love starts open-wide,Though drowning with breath.Life stopsOnly when clouds no longer rain. Heartbeats…
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Spit your taste on the doorWhile songs repeat, as hearts pour.Your eyes were never the circleI could perfect, when tears flood a floor – In a space, infertile,Yet scenic within lost light.With death, some crosses are better judgedWhile winter can emptyOur time in the hourglass.Our shoulders rubbed, eyed smudged – From the grains we lost…
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I want to part these lips for light. He chooses to open his mouth, though the blank pages remain. Whether I or him, whether the world full of silhouettes and sighs or the singular man who kneels here will want to breathe for what means to go, it goes without accepting. Short of time, and…
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Outside, from the distant washFrom multiple pairs of eyes, looking overhead.He kisses a cathedral’s walls, as paperWith ink, running from his fingers.He still writes the note,Sings aloud the memorialWith pain that brought him higher,Peace brought him highestOn a mountain where he could notDid not want to come down. To repeat words, beyond farewells.While love has…
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“We can scream in love’s face, begging for it to go, though it will remain as the haunt. As humans, our errors are always in what we are incapable of overcoming. Can we overcome love? No, for it is love that overcomes us. Why are we in pain, when a loved one has exited our…
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“There are no fires that burn so strongly as within the furnace of love that warms hands that are cold even in the morning. There are no other pair of eyes that remain with their presence, their ungulfing stare, as those loving ones that drown what they view. Let love capture you, let love swarm…
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Walking this trackIdle in your eyes, coming backTo repeat the wordsThat from your lips, were never heard.A form dipped in a lake,A set of eyes in overcoming sapphireTo glisten the moon into red. You were traced, born upon the wire, – Around every curve,Weeping in place of dying.The trail runs cold, when we swerve –…
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All turn toThe raindrops, the petals, the dew.Those faces with mute expressionsLeak sadness we all flewAs burning bannersIn the same crippling fever.Our identical tears, once forgotten lessonsCan become the same crystal rush – Of unified limbs, upon pain’s hush.We are winter in every season,Holding hands around our throats.We do not differ, without reasonTo speak on…
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You hold candles to burn us toSpecks upon an aching shoulder.Why fall, when we knewTo give the ocean its space?One final teardrop breaks into cinders,With heat upon your form I trace.Walk back those eyesFrom afar, to bleeding arms. Do not stop sinkingEven when reaching the end of me.You were strong upon your own scenery.Never decide,…
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Our hearts, our halls amongThese veins that stretch with yearning’s song.Can you count the skipsThe pulse had made, all along?Razor pleasure that holds a note,While summer cures what winter wroteUpon the morning that came. Your eyes, our skies,While love skips the momentFor a second more.Hands around your hips,Watching the stars fall, as schedules flip. One…
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With a note upon some sound,The echoes had carried us to bliss.Steering directions, with distractions around,While we viewed each other in the lakes.I am starved of your kiss,The scent of your hair in the wind.A piece of you is for scenery to make – While folded letters journey us togetherTo find passages, spaces between the…
Modern Romanticism 