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Can he wait? Can he satiate a thirst that continues to mark his lips with the dryness of salt? In that, he is holding onto the ocean. He is washing himself in her running suds. A love as glorious as the only-believed infinity of the universe, becoming finite just when we comprehend life cannot go…
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There is nothing so decimating as the heart giving up. It is why I won’t. You are everything. My light would diminish, if I stopped loving you. It is a light that cannot vanish. My love! My light! My world. You are everything. My eyes fill with tears at the thought of smelling your hair,…
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“All men are distractions to themselves. Their debates are numbered, and plentiful, from man to man. Yet, the one argument a man cannot defeat, is the woman, herself. For among all these distractions, and among all these attractions, there is the she who he cannot say ‘no’ to. There is the woman who he cannot…
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“The man who does not fight until his dying breath for the woman he loves, has never been in love. The man who simply says he was once in love, yet has chosen to leave, was never in love. All men, in truth, when in love, must die for their love, must act as extreme…
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Lift your laughterTo the delight of God.He has made you raisedBy the years clean of your fears.He has made you rigid,By no more weeping to smooth your cheeks. Let this ropeBe tied about your feet.Let these stainsShape your newest design.Let this sunClear your mouth from screams. Are you weeping?Are you seeping?Are you creatingWhat we both…
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Call on me,Fragile one.Your imminent comfortResides in this home.Have you been lost on the road, long?Have you been in discomfort, and wronged?Who has tortured you?Who has made you cry? You are the fugitive without the mask,You are the angel, blinded to sunlight.I wish to lift your dearest tearThat has fallen from one waking eye.I wish…
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Open your eyes,Release your vowsUpon this platter of mercy.I promise to never call outTo flaws I could simply kiss. My angel,Stroke your own wingsAgainst the skies,For radiance has lifted youTo the light of remembrance. I’ve been playing with hurt,Reminding me of the chill.The ocean calms me,While your eyes had whimpered.For I am the wounded one.…
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I’ll take your beautyTo the furthest banksOf the deepest riversWhere tears were meant to be shed,Where separations were meant to be wed,Where lives were meant to be stakedDown,With love, unending. Your formRuns wild, with the wind,Streams in the porcelain,Draws from the moonIts shelter. In your embrace,I weep.In your oceans,I seep.I weather my own storm. I…
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Beauty is levelled, Feeds itself a rope. Hollowness recedes itself Back upon the slope. You crash into the dust you were born in, Bleeding with severity. Your dreams are blood-let, Soaking the grass beneath our worn feet, While tragedy sweep tears away Under the ashen rug.
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How long will the stagnant winds run throughMy rotten sails?I have once become eclipsed of eternity,Only to set myself at seaIn your swollen embrace,Full of tides to escape into,Full of tears, certain to be wept.My eyes run with Heaven,And yours,With Hell. Walk alongThe shore,Will you?Envy the siren,Drink of her venom,Her toxic claws.Breathe of her wingsThe…
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“All colors are depictions of gatherings. They are the prettiness that exists upon the outer, while the truth is within to the inner. How much to be distracted by those colors, those divisions? They are infinite in their spawn. They do not fight with one another. They believe themselves unified, under those colors. Yet, it…
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How could ILive up to where she sees me low?How could I sunder myselfWhen my voice releases thunder? I break,But I do not fall.I stare onwardTowards the beast’s bloody call. I falterOn the wind,Making my sails tattered,Scorning my face,In the painted mirror.The terrible reflectionOf one merciless sea. There Neptune’s laughterOf my sympathetic drowning.There is Bacchus’s…
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