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Truth is the iris, Burning brightly from love’s crown, Desiring to fall the kingdoms down Upon feet, stepped in the virgin snow, Deep in the mire, With hearts lit by fire. You have veins, You have vanity Kissed by a mouth, ripe as fruit, Kissed by another set Of amorous lips. Why fall, To catch…
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Our chest lacks fruit, Lacks the wisdom so red, in its sweetness, Lacks the beauty of an ocean, Lacks its depth. We have lost a heart, Along the trail to the never-ending mile. As I lift a curl from atop your eye Drifting from an unseen place, atop your head, I witness a kingdom I…
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“Arrogance. The word, itself, is the seed to some lie, some delusion that people will easily consume. ‘For what makes the world fatter, is something that does not matter,’ could be a quote for an entire century. Behold, what makes something large, like an ego, is what pertains to laziness. The person who says they…
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Watch me, oh hope, While the rivers, take me Down with, the slopes Under, my cheeks. It is tears, that wash, their way, towards safety. I had buried myself, in arms, Only to turn up, to a face, empty and listless, Faulted, for my agony. Watch me, oh hope, For I have reached, the end,…
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“Love is one fanciful reveling for a one who cannot depart away from it, to be among Hell. It is not Hell, this love, for humans without it, are demons. We uncloak ourselves, nude, so vulnerable, and cannot be anything other than honest, when we love. As we find more sweetness in seduction, we will…
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“To comprehend a man, is knowing that his greatest threat, is always himself. His battles within, are the battles for the lie he believes is his strength. Though, his truth dwells forever in the woman of his love, for he can easily be broken before her. He becomes the infant cradled by the angel, beloved…
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“Men are never told by some unseen force, to never weep. It is in their personal motto, to never weep. For if they have heard the words, ‘Do not cry’ from another man, it has been easily recognized as right to listen to. Though, that is only because the man in turmoil has said such…
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Love is the Devil’s madness, as it will remain God’s laughter. We describe how such an injection from a divine one, will be for humans, in their evil, to be something unlike what they simply desire. Blue is the color of tears, while green is the color of growth. Can we have the latter, without…
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Present strength, as one would love. Present weakness, as one would be loved. Oh, love, how it causes dividing currents to be conjoined, unified, under the waking hours of the rising sun. Its burning forehead, so much our fever to a dying night in our sweats, where we said that tomorrow could not come quick…
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“While we focus on the sight of a wound, so external upon the skin, we never notice if there’s an infection. Do we notice the virus that crawls in the blood, the sigh of helplessness from one remembered grief?” – Anonymous Reverse psychology in how the “pride rainbow” is shown upon a banner, operates like…
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Among all clashes Of the iron lashes, There leaves you, the wooded woman Of many boughs to many arms, Many leaves, Many groans Left upon your lips, Much to start, of the wide hips. You are the growth, though without a smile, You share oceans with the world’s denial, You leave colors upon the setting…
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Drop those petals, Leaving me to count them, Loosened from your eyes, Loosened from your cries, Extended by your sighs In a breeze as sweet as the seed That grows the next bud for your love That you will let wilt To leave the next trail. How has love been, to you? How has life…
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