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Still youKeep running the tears that toMankind’s hurts, in the war for bloodied dirtFollow wails, will lead to worse.Leave sorrow as dewTo make the mourning as morningWithout the sleep of the sunStaying where we are entering. While love is warm, apartFrom faces scarred,We keep the bullets entering hearts – We send forth showers, towards eyes…
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“How can one be so creative, yet be negligent of their decaying heart? How can one be so rich for their depth in pockets, yet so poor of soul?” – Modern Romanticism There is this divide, between the creative and the practical work. What holds form and what holds function, though this is a needed…
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How was your heartDug within, bound in dirt?Was deathEver the comfort, ever the hurt?Here, we pour inOur favorite ocean. We sing without breath,We bleed on without flesh.We are in the other’s arms – Still discovering deepest harm.Inside the soil,We trace every mile – We ever lived, under the stars,Now within the sandsCounting each other’s scars.Fallen…
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Speeches collected upon the longest lines,Farewells captured, with eyes towards the wind.Bringing forth a letter,Reading a mystery.She faces the sun without looking in,Running from her eyes light that blinds.She wishes, though cannot love – Without the love, without the heart quittingAll of Heaven’s symptoms.Desperate heart, undiscovered herWho loves with winter lending its warmest,Most concealing cover.…
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To the eternity of a resource, there is none. It is simple vanity to believe a resource can be eternal, as such clings to the notion for what deception entails. As in, deception is to the addict’s own belief that a resource does not need limits, that to be free from the debt that could…
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To note the past, of what is the heart or individualism to the idea that such should be expressed, is not ever on the basis of the professional world. No one so delusional could admit a grander ideal than to believe that the professional world does encompass the future, or is among the doings of…
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None should be able to, with the notion of the possibility for sincerity with only another individual, be able to state that such is also a reality among a collective. A family cannot be a collective, though are a group. Comprehensive of that, it cannot be an army. A family, not an army, though related…
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Fairness, if among the collective, is more competitive than collaborative. Just the individual can represent what is fair, since it is defined through the making of it. No introduction of fairness is valid when itself can be emplaced for the advantage of a one, in their rise above the rest. It is to mean that…
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Individualists are not the army as a collective. To understand the collective as representative of the slave, is not incorrect. Though, a slave cannot be an individual nor an individualist. While the resource pertains to a group, an individual is one with their own mind to form understandings, as the highest of all is in…
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Dust never fell, snow never meltedIn the inches we first gave,Separate, upon the ocean beneath, partedFor the one starved child thatKept bleeding in our sunrise, unsaved.Our child, our shadow – Our grief that kept us.With kisses close, a ribbon cutFor our faces to freezeAmong time’s weighted memorialKeeping us as clouds among turmoil. Love takes a…
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You were to beEverything, upon a closed eye. Raining the fog in the remembranceTo two shut windows,Closing for frost’s awakening. You slumber in the nothingTo a heart that skipsAs a stone upon the old lakes. A worried vision,A sealed encasement, where waterWas never the entrance,Never the griefThat wanders within puddles,Never seeing reflection. Listening to vibrations,The…
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How many piecesMust I stitch togetherTo recreate you?Making you,Loving youBuried more of my heartThan I found it. I love the darkWhile the sparksAre still disappearing. To block the sunWill result in your eyes setting,No matter the moon is screaming. What is fewestTo me, in this storm of rainAre the droplets, the pieces of thisAching pain.…
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