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As I crowned you plentyWith smiles owing up to Heaven,Your arms that now embrace the lifeless voyageTo an eternity in peace,You still part a mouth for a silent kiss. In your barren glance,I see a painted reflectionOf me, in a mind that grows deep,Reaches highUnto the sunset and sky. I crown you with a wreath…
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“What is beautiful in this world, is anything protected. Anything beautiful in this world, is everything fragile. For the same reason that a mother would protect her child, or the same reason that an organization protects an endangered speices, all things that have weaknesses are protected.” – Modern Romanticism
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“Could one know a person beyond the surface? Of course. Then, why make it a priority to discuss the surface? Why make it a priority to discuss race? Why not make it a priority to discuss something deeper? Something of culture, something of history, being the things that one could identify or relate to another…
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“Beauty can be simply termed as the fleshy existence of a thing, easily faulted for a crime. Yet, it takes the so penetrative eyes, to see beneath the muck, to dig out the humanity. No movement, no community, no government can do this. It must be something personal and confrontational, to free misery from the…
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“To act on impulse, without thought, with no clarity, is comparable to the psychopath who kills without knowing who he is killing. Any person whose vulnerability defines what they share in the world, defines also what they are guilty for sharing. Meaning, that a person who shares their secrets with those who they do not…
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To the arranged bouquet, Gently emerging from the dirt, I will take myself to the taint, Gracing my lowered self to the hurt. Your beauty is a suffocation, An enclosed memory Of all that drinks in the scenery, Of a mind that lifts, to no defeated end. Blood is discovered, As the raindrops from the…
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Drunk on me, As I drink you. You are the fountain of retaining youth, As I leak my old foundations to your warm center. Bleed out, for the both of us, As I will, too. Your hair is a stream, Your fingers are unfurled, Your words are a long walk Upon chapters in our existence.…
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Mirth Gives birth To new arrangements Of bright lights. Your kisses dance atop My skin In this velvet morning. Dream with me The newcomers Who change their smiles When they switch their miles. We shall not Interpret the world for its disaster, Though for its revival, When we walk along bloody shores, Guaranteeing the Earth’s…
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Your even tracesSpill wild graces.I am fixed upon the moonOf your prettied face.To then, your form beyond,To see, the great details beneathA changing expression. You have formed your formOut of ivory.I have tasted its sample,Of leaking perspiration. You battle quiet momentsWith fervent joy.You resound the chapters aloudOf our breath beneath the water. I taste of…
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“My mind is not the greatest place to be. But, if you read one of my books, that’s exactly where you’re going.” – Sam Krieg (The Secret World)
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“Hope is always the conquest of light over those who never held it. It begins small, soon transfiguring to a giant illumination. For hope is never begun as a plural, as it is begun in a singular. Hope is the one match to begin a forest fire.” – Modern Romanticism
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