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I still vapor, Leaking From your bleeding lungs, Though the fever Has left us on the road, Onward. Our hearts reverberate On hollow notes, While beauty is but the standing stem, Of the flower That has lost its petals. I want to kiss, though am ignorant of what I miss. Confusion, Takes place In the…
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Beneath the wilted roses, I seem a fragrance too many. Too often left upon my bones To drink of something else sweet. Your absence has buried my heart, Left me full of the dark. You loosened me, then dropped me Like the infant upon his neck. I felt the summer come too close, For winter…
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Love was so wild In you, When faces had for fragile forms, Quaking hearts, Bleeding arms, Broken souls, in the memories of our dear moments We did not ever weep, We did not need to sleep. Could you have left Your cross to the soil, Letting it grow something beyond the pain? You had died…
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Unbroken hurts, Faceless smiles, Hurried hands That part the skin to be closed, I am in madness. The pain I seek To create the sting Upon an already-disordered and used-up soul Has made me feebler, Born as the hungry Father of Cruelty. I feast Upon the beasts To grow stronger, than the claimed spirit I…
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Leave lakesBeneath eyes of boldest blue,Though to kiss me, will you do? Wrap yourself in wilted petals,Cover your dreams in tear-stainedSheets,Bold red, though now blackened by falling dropletsComing from the storm in your irises. Love has emptied youInto death’s own fervent memories,Leaving trails beneath your feet,For many more men to follow. Like the last,I merely…
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Your cheeks, in the summer rise Of longer moments, to speak in the maze Of gardens, with gazes longer than my fingers That have entrapped your ankles, like rope For the marvelous, golden flesh. Sing to me Wide verses, Boldest beauty who does not sleep, For you are the season with the brightest light. The…
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“Comprehend it, as it may seem, that the soul is real. Non-existent, lacking matter, lacking physical structure, and so unlike the form. But, it retains its place in the world. Attempt to resurrect a form as the person with the same personality and memories they were, in life, and it is impossible. Memories are the…
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First and foremost, a scientist will say to the Christians that the God of love, or even of the religion, itself, possesses no logic. To the God of love, being only of the Christian God, there cannot be 2 or more gods of love. No other entity can claim love to be its promotion. Even…
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“What do we think of the solar eclipse? Does it not portray the symbolism of light being drenched in sorrows? The moon, relating to sorrows, relating to the night, is now curtaining the sun, and less light covers the Earth. It is the same with evil, with death, with mourning. That, the raining of tears…
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“It can be known of the sun to cast a shadow. Why not it then be known of all a person’s darkness, to originate from a source of light? It can be believed of evil, that it was once full of something well-known to the world, clearer in that the light allowed us to see.…
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“It is that pain of a monster, that urges their ongoing casting of shadows. Their light, when unearthed, burns a fierceness from buried beneath so much Hell. Love, the ultimate emotion, sees through Hell, sees beneath Hell, to comprehend the monster beyond the wounds. See their tears, comprehend their sorrows, for their lakes will be…
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