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Fill me with the contents of your well, While the noose holds the breath in your nostrils. White me out on the page, While you despair to think of the next day, When either a funeral or a pyre Shall eclipse the last flame of our hearts. A lie to see me lasting Only as…
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“Love, the emotion deserving the most a human can define of certainty upon it. It is perfection that love, the emotion, is. It is imperfection that defines the human. How do the two match, if not to be as certain, as divine, as possible? We do speak of life being so uncertain. We speak of…
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I seem to be Bequeathed by grief Under the heaviest clouds That drain my rain to fall down Freely from my open eyes. As my feet are parted, My shoulders are slack, Among the world around Where tiles shift into disproportions, As sunlight turns into moonlight, As flame turns into burning cold, As watchful gazes…
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“The train of progress stifles possibility at its end. The person who found, through progress, that it would create limitless potential, will find by its end it was, in fact, limited in its supply. Each mortal life is confounded to its ending, as that last stop for the train of progress will be the realization…
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On board the pilgrimage To the sleeping fields Where your eyes awoke to the summer’s eve, After tears were but the meadow’s dew, Your sighs, the night’s departure, Your cries, the Heaven we both cross. Upon a night’s crawl through the forests, Atop the simmering outline of your form, Through the shouldering cascades Of a…
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“What has love to hold in open arms, besides the everything we value as one? We value what is not separated into a two, nor a three, nor any other number. We value what is now a one, being the completion of ourselves to them, and them to ourselves. We embrace, melt like candles of…
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“Freedom is most limited when the slave, now free, soon finds more purpose than they did freedom.” – Anonymous How is it that those who now believe they are free, offered that freedom by some group of activists, can claim it to be easy enough to jump on the train of opportunity? Is their eagerness…
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“There’s a specific reason why a man cannot comprehend a woman. The simple reason is that he has not paid enough attention to her, to understand her. For to ‘understand her’ is not to simply question everything she is, as much as it is to be there for her, in everything she has trouble with…
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“How does one, such as me, find himself stable enough to lie to protect the one he once loved? Now when honesty spills forth, revealing that there had been much force involved to uphold a friendship, there is brokenness. A romance, transferred into friendship, does not make a certain happiness I expected. Who else could…
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“Each origin is the pain of every beginning.” – Anonymous Without the acknowledgement of roots, the suffering it took to create what was created for future generations to hold in appreciation, what is there left? What is there left for the recognition of a million more miles to come, if one merely severs those roots,…
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I saw the black circles About your sleepless eyes, Formed in the waking grief Of something lost from our hearts, Of something that quakes in the debris Of a thousand unveiled moments Where the thuds of such ruby Cannot be anymore counted. Where the blood stopped moving Freely on its path through limitless veins, There…
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When will life greet you Upon the river that moves Ten feet apart from the shoreline, Five feet apart from the skyline, One foot apart from me? For nothing is ever even in its distance From yourself, Among your woes, Among for each world that you cry for In your solitary glimpses of things that…
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