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There are to those, whose face shines among,Upon ivory canvases.Though, yours that faces itself,Upon the stark white shape,Is there for my smears,My kisses.My foiled becoming,Is for you to breathe,As your lips remain idle.It is due to me,I have painted a scene,A sight of a face, so texture-less in textures. No life, I see, among this…
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We are makers,Of truest intent.Never as disbelievers,To the whole state of our truth,We are sharp deceivers,When unleashing the bitterest tears,But, as lovers, we are stark beautyUpon waves of highest elevation. I am in disbelief for your majesty,And so, I go to embrace you,While a crown of barbs girdles your head,Each laced with the most fragrant…
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I give thy finger a circle of gold,Before the altar that releases,Our ongoing fulfillment,Of love.Blessed are thee, when you shiver,Under a haze of rising stars,Under a night sky with fevers increasingIn their temperament,And ongoing fervency.How you find yourself locked,In the sky’s open wings,Crying beneath merciful love. I find thy beauty entrancing,Melting away sorrow. This final…
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Hope is a well that springs eternally the warmth of possibility. Though, for each individual possibility, there should be a guide so that further loss is not eventual, and never inevitable. A leader, that is, should reassure the sorrowful that there is greater light than such a hopeless one can ever consume, to fill whatever…
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“A wound of the heart, is always cured by love. It is a fixation, a focus, this emotion, this feeling, that is determined to heal. And yet, love may only heal the heart.”
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Dashed with red lines,Above your feeble lips,Redness has clashed against the almightyOf porcelain chin and nectar saliva.It is the sort that drains,From a serpent tongue. You obeyed a man,With whom you sought after denial,To whom you’ve danced a longing night,Many of them, with which you saw betterment,If for but a while.Am I cherished in your…
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Plentiful scares,From thy keenly attitude,Set me into eruption,Because, in contrast to a face,One that resembles a magnificent angel,A bird, with one color for its entirety,There is, to your person,The attitude, one akin to a pirate?One akin to a lumberjack?I mark it in place, when I laugh. It boils, and broils,It falters the moon and sears…
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“Where loss encourages the will for survival, a human will each believe that there is more to do, more to gain, and more for the stride. Such is how life functions, in contrast to the forced contentment from death. Or, in love? How does love also evoke the stillness of gratitude?” She is the waltzer…
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The world once breathed,An amorous note.A void now breathes,A place where branches spiral downwards,To one velvet opened mouth. Lay your feet across my palms,And swear to me, in truth,To face the world with that same openness. You see, I once had nothingFor myself.You are my truest accomplishment,On my deserted little island,Of no sun. And now,…
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I am something abominable,Am I not?The fool who had wavered himself,From holiest truth.Though, not more will I runFrom thee.From you, from treasured beauty. I run a faucet for you to bathe,And to cleanse all that has pollutedThe corners of your weathered mind. Beloved, come to dine,Upon all of me,There is naught, but the hopeless remnants,Of…
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Upon and above nearest curves,To a lane fixated by the smallest of signs,There I see my fate so transfixed,Upon my cruelest endeavor. To take away all that is shown,Under the rails,And in the bowels of that beast,That beast who shows himself,To lack a soul,To lack a spirit,To lack the beauty that may be within reach,So…
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I follow your sight,From where you’ve shielded a pair of eyes.A breathy note,Has now encapsulated you,Has made you small,Has made you wanting. I am but the smallest farewell,To an eternity of blue,A dismal song kept farawayTo the oldness of a yesterday.A beautiful memoryThat is doused in searing pain. How your hair has grown!Young one, how…
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