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“Who claims that love is a choice, other than those most likely to find betrayal of trust a fitting design over the area where one must be responsible? Choice has little to do with responsibility. When we are trusted, we are so because of our duties. Of duties that renounce the freedoms of childhood we…
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“All humans can love equally. There is no difference between the love for one being to another. As in, there is no way someone can love a person more than another. That is not love, that they refer to. That one who claims to love someone more than another, has instead referenced trust. We can…
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“Liberty belongs in the scenery one attributes themselves to. Did one grow up in America, or did one grow up in Kansas? Did one grow up in America, or did one grow up in New York? Would one call America their home, or would one call Michigan their home? To belong, is to identify where…
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Dear,Lay your kisses deepIn the puddles of where I’ve laidHollow, broken structuresOf my imminent disuse.Solace and scornMerges as sunset and sunrise,While a few pebblesCreate the eclipseUpon a surface, most shallow.For I knowOf a place no one goes. I know of a roomWhere feelings are keptIn rotting books,Of worshipped words,A failure’s ascension.Nothing savesThe broken man of…
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As I rememberFlooding wailsOf bitterness to fill a cup,A song for the days in whichWould never cease,Harrowing me. I wiltedAs a singular petal,Driving rain into sleet.A thought to lose youAmong the loss of myself.A becoming ruin. Blood became ivoryOn a slope, where nectarSeemed to remain,Of a roseWhere red was all to the stageFor set deception,Sowing…
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In arms,We rest,Under great waves,We become undressed,Drifting to moonlight,Weeping for sunlight,Carving our surroundingsInto twilight,Of stars that fold colorsInto the unification of white. Porcelain dreams,Faded awareness,Disguised simplicityOf a disused momentUnder the wings of the other’sHeartened caress. WieldingWhat does not die,Though lasts with the nightInto the memory of warmth,Bleeding sunraysFrom the heated touch. A bathOr a cradleSinks…
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Five winds,Count anotherThat drifts youTo a shredded paradiseOf photographs lingering on the pathTo a corroding gentleness,A peaceful sessionOf beautiful weeping. My love,How great are these wallsOf stumbling colors,Falling through the blankest cloudsLingering overhead?Your faceIn the sky, I see,By my open eyesAnd swipe a tearAway from the state. Weep from the simmering storm,The blue veil shadows…
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“There are disgraces in this world. Of those sorts who would dishonor an importance, place ambition above it, and never share an empire for which all that has been built, is now meant to be something of equal purpose; they are wretches. Let slip through the fingers the objective petulance that does not ever come…
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Track your swum milesBack to the reliving love,Watered by the stormsWe drew our arms through,Together,Keeping smiles on the pagesWe turn,Together, in a hold. We hold historyEver on page one,Finding love in unending tearsBacktracked on the first mileWe ever sought to cross. Oh, love,Keep smilingWith waters to your naked heartLeaning in reverse,Falling upward. BeautyCloses curtains,Nestled thus…
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I contain you,I strip youOf water, down your eyes.You held upon lifeFor a new smileTo arise.I can greet you in the coming moon,Hold your head, in the noonBeneath cracked ceilings. My openingOf famous insurrectionsUpon the love we dined through,With bread to our flesh,As nakedness was to your death.Hold your shieldAgainst your scars,For a minute more.I…
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How many stringsAttach the chordTo the vesselOf what has been sounded? A heart beatsWith rhythms, undefined,Healing injured promisesBy the faintest, vainest flowOf red, along the longest ropesCalled veins. BleedingUndesirable certaintyOf mindful eclipses,To woeful glimpsesOf the way in which love runsDown the hollow curves. How many chordsDetach from the strings,Overflowing our sceneryWith sounds, never sights? The…
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“If words involve thought, then how can hatred, which involves no thought upon its action, be involved with words, alone?” – Modern Romanticism The usage of words revolves around thought, which is why a speech and successful negotiation should guarantee not a war. Out of war, there is risen hatred, come out of a person…
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