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“For the case of a child who does not weep for the loss of a parent, nor an infant that does not weep for the loss of an older sibling, it is due to the inability to differ dependency from independency. This defines innocence. For what we can define of loss, it is the heavy…
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FalterYou, as youEntertainMe, as weFall with knees to the dampnessOf soil,Wet by rain,While eyes are stainedWith the battles of red,As you keptSecrets that mattered to the restA nothingness,But to me,An everything. Erase historiesOf your fragile existence.For what can I taste of ironAs a sword carves a heartIn the sand?I can make glass from shoresWhere oceans…
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Blue,But a gatewayTo your reopened heart.For the bliss you avoid in my arms,The silence you abscond from the voidThat belongs in my heart.Buried blackTresses, that lean backOn the edges of coffin lids,Measured with the grief on eyelidsFor each tear’s fallIn the autumn. I am red,The poison of your lipsBuried between me,Nestled in a heart that…
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If onlyIn my blindness,I could seeWhat had been leaking as stainsFrom your eyes.For you wereBlind as me,In the heat of our disbelief. Pain drew a cloakAround shoulders, cold as snow.White by the boneWhere chills are set in stone.What had we heatedWhile the rope was about your neck,The one you placed? Love remembersDifferences, to become those…
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How much ivoryCan sweep tears to the spaceBeneath a worn rug?You hold your eyesUpright, upon the glassOf a new-fallen sky,While I bleed aroundThe failures of my fleshFor my pain cannot matter. Hold your eyesUpon what you know best,To the honesty of your reflection,For you are never bewildered,Never shockedBy the lightning that screamsDown to your lungs.…
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How can IContemplate the rosesWithout their thorns?The garter about your thigh,The wind released from your sigh,The pain we bring to faint goodbyes,The world that surrounds on highThe clouds that flood our spiritsCan hold the worth of us,Can hold the misuse of us. I want to share the kissWithout your darkComplexion, wearing downThe happinessI wish to…
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She’llFill upGrand voidsWith a voiceThat never sleepsToo deepIn her dreams,For what a flower I have discoveredUpon a mattress, discarded. Drowned in her darkness,Disrobed in her fever,Bleeding without virginity.Her eyes,Her pallorCannot center itselfUpon the sun. Her hair curls overThe dustWith images that blanket rose gardens,In a stare that could not become awareTo just how much sufferingAppeared…
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Winter soothesRemembrances that scar,From summer’s warWith unbecoming warmth.Only your tears can quit the rain,As only your face can set the sunOn my veiled ruinOf stagnant alienation. I wishFor bottomless kisses,FieldingMeadows,With seeds that rip upwardsTowards a unity bequeathedOnly to the universeAnd its soaring. We can race,We can traceOur sights to the scent’s of each other,In the…
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Facing stars,Running with warsThat never seem to die.Among all our childish wishes,Faces always cry.We never smileWhen we hoard the books,When we can allure shadowsThat never bondWithout breakingIn the light we despise. Letting the storm die,Letting the dark collideWith something other than light.It is the mind that withersIn winterWhen no spawn of rose,Nor face of infantCan…
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Will youNever drag your tirednessLike one hearseOf no remembrance?Will youCaptivate all with another smile,Bleeding from somewhere,I know not where? Will youFall, to always callMe, to repair your symmetry? Will youReveal, all you’ve concealedBeneath the earth, for your birth? Your faceReminds me of glass,For I can see shape of myselfIn the humid reflection.Vapor clings,While vapor rotsThe…
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Caress,Sweet, with eyesAnd lacing lips.Peel me,Peel youOf trust,Let me swing youTo where the sun meets the west,To where dark collidesAs the light’s shower subsides. UndressYour eyes,Of tension,To ease,To pleaseThe moon’s rise,To let it rain its tearsUpon our fractured form.Virgin you,Bleeding me. Like watersWhere we can dance our arms.Like winterWhere we can freeze our tears.Like Autumn,Where…
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“The objective leader has but one mission: to never let division take place. To those who believe in fire, are the ones to deconstruct for the sake of the vendetta. To those who believe in water, are the ones to gather what cannot be mixed with the oil that would burn. Leadership constructs the unbreakable…
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