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A masterstrokeAcross your aching form, is where erotica blooms,And I bow my head, to kissWhat sears,What burns.Will you trust me with your secrets? Each scattered piece of fleshYou ever viewed in a mirror,Is collected, at this timeWith my left hand over your eyes, and my right handIs pawing smooth skin.While you sigh, attempt to fall…
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Captivation Is resignation, Under the fullest gleam From where pain flows, to a stream. One idle current Seems to be frozen Upon the tale of vividest complexion To her withered countenance. I have submitted myself To devotion’s cause, Like some highlighted deer Upon the roadway. Like a man without excuse To see her nuptial, in…
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Long solace Seems to drink me Of my bitterness, My compassion. Under the darkest moon, Where coldness is against my burned skin, Where once was a love’s phantom hand, Where once was the touch of someone Who had never been. Love dreams Like everything without urges To constrict The heart, to a small size. Love…
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Love is the most successful tormentor, for even those who succeed within it, are tormented to belong to it. When a relationship fails, it is humans who have failed, not love. We are attached to love, giving into the torment, because flesh is more vulnerable than a home. Love cannot deceive, though love will also…
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“Truest evil is born from truest loss. It is when we attempted to love someone more than ourselves. That is when we come back to ourselves, to see just how much of a void we must fill, and it could be with another love, or endless blood.”
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Mount me upSo that we may sailOver the widest terrainAnd beneath the coldest rainThat descends from the frigid sun. Let me gather myselfTo see what I have missedAmong her sad tale.Love gave me a wing, to fly on my ownOn the scarred landscape.Yet, I have only gathered her pagesTo share them. The warmest drinkIs from…
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My throbbing head In my trembling hands. Each quake Sends my form to shivers, For I know what my hands have done. For she trembles More than I In the autumn winds Against me. Like two fiery leaves dancing in greater motions, My eyes seem to burn with more heat Than the wick, aflame Above…
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We have no more love For either of us, So what is left? What is left, but the paranoia? What is left, but the shapes That spiral about my mind? I held upon your hand, for your dear life, We held upon life, for our dear existence. Without love For its pangs, Without love For…
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“Some may wonder over the cause to a man’s rage. Some may wonder over the cause to a man’s desire to dwell, in unending pain. Some may wonder over why all of this occurs, when a man cannot seem to depart from the memories, and so he turns wrathful. It is because the path of…
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Do not run From the dragon, Withered thing. I am still amorous And in need of the kiss Upon the jaws of mine, A skeletal one. What beauty exists Else in this world, besides to devour All that tastes sweet? Blood is mixed with marrow, And scents are ripe with the wine And the cream.…
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What was it About the quantity That made you Closed to the quality? A heart Does not fit in a pocket. Your eyes are going to be the last To leave my sight. For when suffering is gone from me I have nothing left to hold. You were the raindrop To catch. Though, bitterness will…
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I am against,And far belowThe deep eternal,Where kisses hold me down,And love makes me drown.Kisses red,Kisses grand,And washedUpon everything dead.Every heartComes alive. Veins burn in wrists, to be kissed,Hands to be kissed,Hands to be held. Love washesA soothing flame,Upon everythingRelated to disdain.Its tasteIs a bittersweet one,Full of challenge,Full of tears,Nothing so alike it, when kisses…
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