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“Think of the ‘interpretation’ of an event, of an individual, of any single thing the two eyes of someone can lay upon, as falling on the side of ‘personal desire’ versus ‘justice’. No one should be allowed to interpret what justice means, in this world. There are certain things to know, certain rules to follow,…
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Hold fast Words that do not mix Well with the dust of stars, With the fuel for flames, With the ashes of a thousand homes Crumbling beneath the house of God. Your words are fickle As the breeze that does not stand still. You move across Oceans, as easily as landscapes. When will Autumn not…
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How often to force your way To see the sunrise, The awakening pain At the surface beneath your feet Crawls to your eyes To break open tears Upon your hands, Shielded as you are From the coming swarm? How often to force your way To see the sunrise, When pain sinks you beneath The sheer…
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Wrapped around and clean Of the woes to a dismal paradise That left you weeping On a tombstone, tempered by your sorrows, Yet rusted by the leaving heart. I will hold what is left In golden palms, Loving psalms, Attach a rope to your feet, With a cuff to your wrists To keep you captivated.…
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Hold yourself in bliss To where you feel so somber Without a cloud, Without a face upon the moon To stare upon, In deepest memory To the things you have dropped. Not bliss For the aching lips, For the twisting hips Breathe forth a kiss Down upon the weathered flesh I have comes to say,…
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Pace your way Through the tracks of snow, For I am well ahead of you Fallen as the debris. I have peeled my eyes To the sunrise, Though obscured behind the clouds Like your face behind the shroud Where tears make the frozen rain Beneath a sheet of pain. Whatever is ahead In the motions,…
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Wake up, and breathe Vessels for their blood For there is one through your nostril, Five for one hand, Five for one foot, Though you cling to life by a hand against the air, A foot upon a wall, As you breathe in the stench of the rushing iron While the train moves you To…
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Those stones around Us, in the wastes Seem to be alike my arms Pulling you down for the taste. A gravitating grasp, is the entirety of Saturn With scents visible for the air, Inextinguishable for their lasting Through our merged stares, In love, without makeshift care. I find you visible for my form, Your words…
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Her appearance had been, as it still is, a force of endearment over Anton’s visage, washing his face with her colors. Everything he was witness to, during her life, is again, written even now in every crease to his cheeks and lips. It is this way, while he strains to withhold tears. While he strains…
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Godlike, in every essence, For your masterpiece is one. A vision of simple making With details unending. I caught a droplet of your sweat From one highlighted shoulder Deep in the gleam of fading sunlight, In awe of the moon, Soon to come, Soon to show How lakes can form from exercise, upon your toes.…
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How many hours Can float by Without the sight of each delicate stream Of joyful glee? A wilderness in your eyes, I was lost in Upon those hazy summers, Brought down in the currents Of two million tears. How many tears of my own Can float by Without any worth for why I cry In…
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My hands reach down to wash The ivory from my face, The bitterness from my taste, The dirt from my heart, The dust from my soul, Before all else becomes the toll, The reaped reward Of a single penny in a fountain, The single minuscule Worth, of a million more droplets of this bronze, Because…
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