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“If any human was allowed to wander into privacy without restriction, we’d not be conquerors. Such is never the case when a human will protect what should not be touched by alien hands. For it is not the offense, though the defense, that ignites the war.” – Modern Romanticism
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“It is not love that is found. It is love that is fought, for the life, to remain alive. For what we find might slip, and what we hold onto is never released even if it burns our hands.” – Modern Romanticism
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Cold Washes the running warmth From your heart. You want an end To each bending turn Of a vein for you to follow. You will only bleed more From eyes that are cast In a direction of nowhere. Life has left you Open, like a child. Hands are splayed out To catch the droplets To…
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Can a grip Truly slip Free, from the sand More bottomless Than the sea? I hold down cradles, more dear Than up my sails. She was the terror upon the wind, I write to the journey of endless breaths. She wields the storm, My tempest, Her eyes, held in the clouds, Her face, kept behind…
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The romance With the resplendence. The wild eyes, The miserable cries. The wilderness, The loneliness, The bewilderment Of one set of lips Far enough to hear its sigh, Never close enough to taste. Her wind is let through cold Of my window. Her drear is a pressure so dear That I wish to call myself…
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The jaws open wide, Leaving me space to crawl, Leaving me gaps to enter, Leaving me miseries to console. The lips plastered there Upon her surface, One swollen By eyes of innumerable tears, Calls me to her wings. I am a rose too many In this burning bouquet I hold, in arms, steady, Though rotten.…
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“Her beauty is the leaves during Autumn, meant to fall, and be swept upon the road like tears across cheeks. ‘Why lie to yourself?’ might say any sensible person, to this disdainful soul. She counts Heaven for its stars, though never for its sole kingdom. A mansion has a place for her, though the beds…
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“There will never be a heart within a chest if that chest is not meant to be opened. It becomes then a coffin, holding something dead.” – To not Sink a Friend
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Your eyes Rain all my nourishment. I shall not thirst, Nor even hunger With all your sorrows dispelling from moon, With blackened sun At our backs. Ashes come to my mouth, Dried of moisture, As your eyes are the apocalypse without the rose, For no spring could be ever triumphant Upon the shores of my…
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Drown down the stream Our woeful dreams. You have set the fires To raise up desire. We have not Been so close to warmth, While we were sailing across Something so blue. Your hands, My shoulders Part On their ways, down two hemispheres, For I cannot turn my direction To kiss the corner. There is…
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“When focus of fear occurs, it is knowledge that is gained of a broken people. Someone pulls the strings of fear, in the conquering of false competition and needless battle. Some puppeteer makes the dolls fight, in their trivial fights to be weakened.” – Modern Romanticism How often has a person been intimate with their…
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