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Has anyone considered that humans operate the same as a virus? Like a virus’s mutation, we humans will change based on environmental factors. Our surroundings demand that we remain surviving, when those surroundings appear alien to us. That is, we survive just as a virus survives. Adaption. It is an acclimation to fear. In such…
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I once saw the maiden’s breathClimbing upon the clammy skin of death.I once saw how her eyes hovered and gazedOver everything that to anyone elseWould merely amaze. Her face and idle grace,Her love for things so blessed by fate.Her place in its safe web.Though, through her simple designWeaved by fingertips marred by grime,She had sneaked…
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To see past the form, means for someone to be able to see another person’s intellect. This means, that should the subconscious hold its focus for the form, then the conscious will hold its focus for the mind, in the person wishing to be seen. When that person is seen, their form is not seen,…
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“Marriage is meant for sex, not sex is meant for marriage. Why does a man doubt his decision to propose? It might be for the reason that all his secrets, among the woman’s secrets, have already been shared, through they sex they’ve already been having. Sex is revealing. Though, more-so than flesh, it is revealing…
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“Being somebody doesn’t at all mean for a hundred-and-one people to know you. Being somebody means for only one person to know you, to understand you, to trust you. To comprehend the heart, would not mean for a multitude to be in love with you. To comprehend the heart, means for a singular heart to…
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“The responsibility of leadership is not meant to lead a populace to panic. Chaos merely spreads the contagion, for that true contagion is fear. What is not controlled, becomes uncontrolled, and everything uncontrolled is like a dark smear going across the face of a white canvas. It travels and travels, because panic is just that.…
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Little love affair,Goes with the airAnd the scents carried to hearts.I am in love with skin so fair,And eyes that stareInto the open chest of one man, as meSo undone and cleanOf his shame. God has entitled meTo wed thee,Upon this blessed eveningBeneath trees that are gleaming. I have bled new vesselsFor new thorns.This pain…
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The world is heavedAtop delicate and caressed mounds.The shoulders I have placed my handWhen your comfort receded youTo back away from itAt a time in peril. Love was always thought of by priests and nunsTo be that which is to amazeAll those who embrace its presence.All I see from youIs the woman who wishes to…



