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Reach meLife, that takes a stand.I wanted to kiss scarletOf one pair of lips. Now her radianceHas left me,Beside a fountainWhere life holds its moments. Love is the kindest funeral,Upon when the wedding takes its marchAnd its bow.Leave me only your cruelest words, at the altar. ForgiveWhat I have become.I am just another manWho cannot…
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I cast asideWhere I have walked,Where the priests once talked,When they had looked over my shoulder,At the failure surrounding me.My lonely road,Has been a cold one. I say farewell,To a man who stood frozenBy a streamMade from his own tears. I whisper goodbyeTo the Hell I have forged from lies.Because, here I am,Ready to become…
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Once upon too many shallow evenings,I saw her rise to the velvet morning.She cried solemnness to the ivory moonBefore her,As her chin stood on a pedestalAnd her face was wet with tears. I breathed what I saw,And forgot who I wasWhen she rose upwards, to meet the stars.Grace was her name,And Grace was all to…
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Two ways to kissThe pouring tearsInto the chalice, held in hands that hold fears.My blood has a flavor,That of iron and wine,While you will bleed me blind,Of tears that shed so divine. Why don’t you danceTo what I don’t know, about you?You are frozen in where you are seated,Just an eclipse upon a thorn,A racing…
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Look behind me,Or look away,For it does not matterWhich direction you choose.I matter less to a worldThat cannot loseIts mask. Stuck staresAnd reeking unawares.Life has a thousand souls apart,And I view it allWith bent back and shielding hands.There is nothing for me in this landBut the broken limbs of survivors. Place me upon the lake,Would…
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Who said that the world would end, When tomorrow brings the heaviest roses? Who had said that, Upon the arrival of Spring? We bleed the morning’s tears, And taste the flavor of fear, Drunk upon the saltiness of pain. Love blooms in the most miserable areas Where pollution strides around Upon human legs. We carry…
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There is death around, Stuck in the stench, upon nostrils around. What ways to see the ground, for what it truly bleeds When empathy cries a greater noise Than ever does life, when it leaves. Empathy holds instruments, as loud as the fate of others Upon the turn of their eyes away from coming death,…
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“How many perspectives are there? Are we to say that for how many stars there are in the universe, there are also the same number of perspectives? Or, can we even say that the one star that stands out among the rest, feels the most loneliness? As in, to say that the one star with…



