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Every woman’s smile But yours Is only a crack in the bottle I’ve carried. On the long roads I’ve endured Nothing but an absence. Every taste of your lips Is nothing to compare to bitterness.
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Feel the currents Running through Palm atop palm In the frozen mist Becoming gentle gravity. To weigh us down, We’ll both kiss.
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Come what will,As you, to me, the most potent pill.What will be, for my mindTruly kind?It will be you, within the greatest streams of bloodAs rolling fog.No longer will tears move their waves across my cheeks,Resulting from the sadness of absence,But, in everything from you, that delicately speaks. I see redness in everything beautifulAbout you.My…
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How does the man behindThe counter feelFor the drunk he is feeding a bleakness?For the job, he is misleading.And,For the drunk, he is leading. Love is the hope within the bottleWhere no liquid resides.Just a message of hopeFor the man attempting to run along the roadWith fire behind him.The man behind the counter will still…
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Walk, will you do?Talk, will you go throughThe shed shredded tears, from a heart in the water?Are you to stalkNights away in our song?Love has never found a better place in your heartAs when you feltThe need to step away. And I’ve never seen so much gracePut in place,Walking in space, in the memory of…
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Bleed, as I do, for the cruelty in the dew, Of each tear that falls as elegantly as you do.
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The necessity of structure within art, comes with the many details one can pour within the piece, and still keep it standing. Without structure, what one has to worth with, becomes minimalist and small. It is like a building. Without much structure, what will be worked with, will eventually fall apart. Post-Modernism does not work…
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Piloted on wingsCentered on springs.She had leaped, more than once, from cliffs made of collapsed Earth,Only for me, to see, what should not be, of this pain that had been birthed.Joy cannot settle on her skin,While I call to her, in unhealthy dins. Where were we, once?What were we, once?The purest things?The most fragile things?We…
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Blanketed by romanceIn the third degreeBurns upon my molten skin.And I’ll kiss my own wounds, under the sun,As the monster I have become. She sung her praises aloudTo me, the blamed fiend. When rivers stream their run of lavaTo the bloody lakes below.When beauty mocks perplexityAs my madness against her sadness,I’ll forever receive the burning…
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In olden times, a man protected a woman out of knowledge that if a woman is protected, then all of humans are protected. In today’s time, we are merely arrogant and comfortable enough to believe that each person can live like aristocrats, and not have a shred of worry. Therefore, because of this false belief…
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The cracks within me, smile,Burning tragedy away for a while.Love would have been gentleWith your hands upon my fragile form.I am a broken man,With a bottle of anger in his hand,As the cracks upon the bottleLaugh and laugh. Love is dutiful,Love is beautiful,When there are those to hold it in clearness.Though, the bottle shows spots,And…
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Love holds a soul,That which I cannot hold.Because, the tear that was descending my cheekIs falling from my chin, to meet my feet. I would kiss the stains at my toes,And hurl Hell upon new foes.Their words had cut us deep, in our treatment of sleep.Our sleep, our loving denial, and its gaze so sweet.…
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