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Wake me on the edges of her created lakes, Formed from streams, from raining eyes. Life drops loosely From the one without love, Without two irises raised, above To the universe, that crashes in her own. The lakes receive meteorites. Simple stains, remain On her harrowed bosom That beats so fiercely beneath the hovering moon.…
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She kicks her legs Free, to the passing wind. She motions kisses to my direction, Commanding new gusts to be let loose From an opened mouth, for hurled sighs. I have brought myself to this place To view her eyes, for how they sparkle, To view her skin, for how it glows, To replace my…
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Leave your heart Against the waking dark, If you will. You won’t ever make yourself more fragile Than the expression, that signals your pain. Your tears drop like weights from your eyes, Though I know you won’t be relieved. Your hands reach up to your cheeks, For I have known you’ve stayed in the bleak,…
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Don’t startle yourself Upon the approach of my footstep. Your breath has been force for every opening door, As I relive myself, in you. You falter beneath the setting sun, Claiming dust, on your eyelids, Fading futures, with the world’s ending. The ending day loses light, Like your presence in the night. You close shut…
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In its respect, attention spans rely on what we realize we lack a choice in doing. To care, to be responsible for the pained child of ours, to notice that to love means to lack a choice. When we pay attention, we grant that attention when it is needed most. To have a choice, means…
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He speaks directly to her ear, “You are still so small, my child.” She withdraws to peer upwards to his gaze, with quivering lips and weary stare, to then commit a moment in a burning. She kisses him. Upon the lips, smooth with each waxen mouth that fires up a fever to the downing daytime.…
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Walking upon the Calle Mayor, passing the red of nearby buildings, a thumping heart swells so wide. He wants, as he could think on it, to see over his shoulder to a past, igniting his eyes with all he once had. For he says, “I love. Though, do not love enough to be stable, in…
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The inherent point in a sequel is to build upon every aspect to its predecessor. It is never to make it “different” in any way possible. If an author wants to make something be different for the sequel, then they should write an entirely new novel. For the former, to the next, in the row…
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For the parted wilderness Under your eyes, in the denseness of gray, We’ll come together to play Bleeding upon the gardens beneath our feet, Like children without cause, With laughter without pause. I am in your temple, Here to view you naked, Like a stone had found some undertaking By a different artisan, Besides the…
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“All things understood of a familiar person, or familiar object, is as such. For the familiarity of a person or object, is in relating its likeness to something already similar. We each have flesh, as humans, and such flesh can be wounded so that it is not familiar to us. We are shocked by the…
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Love will remain the mystery to the sciences, out of only one condition: that it cannot pertain itself to utility. We do not utilize love, for nothing of feeling can be used. Why effort yourself to manipulate emotions, when everything meant for practical means will never be something felt, though only used? One manipulates another’s…
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