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All faces come together,weathered in rose.Blush at the cheek,silver in the breath.Deformed in winter,wilting with the drying tears,matching the puddles.The fading reflection – that weeps without looking back. A love resulting from Heaven,A Hell tossed from the skiesskipping on pools of magma hearts. There are marks in your stonesthat face the numbestof limbs, on the…
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Watch these eyeshold back tears,recede the oceanas arms apart from you.Watch the cold depthsbecome shallow.The sun had setto engulf the hills,to set aflame the pastcluttered in blankets. Smothered inforests and unforgivensins.Watch these yearsturn over no leaves.The sunsetwas an embraceto leave our minds stranded.The sun betrayedthe memorable day.The ocean was a cavewith no light to save.…
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Sometimes, all to ever dois to never answer youthe way I would if you grewbeside me, on the days throughmeadows laced in morning dew. What is there to do,besides refrain from fulfilling you?Your kisses would be bandages,your eyes, distant puddlesin a forest where roots explorethe sadness of depth. You will venture to heal,with a motive…
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The warmth never left.The fire was never out.A spark had kept it,the hearth, of my yearning.The dreams just ache,while the closer I crawlmakes me wander inside therotting reflectionin a mirror. The skies always breakopen, with the clouds fellingthe contents of a void.A walk on a grim path,feeding the birds this remorse,while waiting for sunset. Someone…
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Night glows withall the eternity withfutures stretched acrossfarewells and saddestoceans. Day slows inpain, and gusts infrom the windows toyour eyes, your fallen rain,without shelter. All the funerals stopwhile the hearts slow,while the nights breathe withgrief, in the sighs. All the footsteps turn home,hands bang against wallslike doors of strangers, – though this is familiar. This…
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Here you arewrapped aroundas idle thorns.Breast carved as mountains,hips curved into rivers,veins stretched into branchesfrom the tree of eternity. From Spring’s love,you walk from Autumn into Winter,decked in the flowers youprevent the bitterness from collecting. I’ll hold for as longthe walk will go on.I’ll fade with you, rotting withoutever becoming anew. You cling to me,fingernails…
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Incomplete,in defeat.Stagnant, and apartfrom you, on the brittle highway,leaving bloodstains where Icollided, removing clots,removing barricadeswhere I was meant to stop. Will you still take to me,crippled, red rose?How beautiful you sproutin the deformed night.Red petals, bleak stem,with remembrance to yoursubtle changesthat left me to bury this heartin the scentless earth. Changes, the rearrangementsto what was…
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Tight ropes,on the tight ropearound the throat of caress,kissing velvet into blue,merging flesh with the constrictionof traditional deathwith the kisses blownto the fleeing wind. Our eyes rotateto see the Heavens,blue with the earth’s oceans,green, and the burning landbecomes everything like sand. Hands to our shoulderspull away. Kisses to our cheeksturn apart,break our skin apart,as we…
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“The creation of art is just as it is, before destroyed. When it is destroyed, the destruction is not another creation because creation cannot follow a domino effect without it becoming mass production. A routine, according to a domino effect, is therefore not creative. Creativity is spontaneous inspiration, the effect of lust, or the willingness…
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Description: Within these pages, details include the differences of heart and mind, by the metaphorical context of both. Comparisons and contrasts are there to show what the heart is, being the ultimate state of care, whereas the mind exists to the materialism area of us where people are more willing to be disconnected from the…
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A drink, would you take me up on it? Hell has never had such bitter oceans and driving rush. Not spring with its morning dew could renew your eyes, nor could a gleam from winter’s sunsets, then on, to a lone summer sunrise. No renewal, at where we met, blossoming buds inside our glances, as…
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“If to be included means to belong somewhere you could not find, on your own, then you were hand-held on the way there. You were given what you wanted. If you had stayed alone to figure it out, you would have embraced what you needed. There is life, and then there is no life. There…
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