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Your tears know deeply, my futility,My shameful passion that I exalt, so easily.You have beauty running over youAs years of worn flesh. You have eyes that run nakedThe tears of a yesteryear. Of a past so dormant as the lastTime you had poured a tear from a velvet eye.Of all times where denial roams,I am…
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The most beautiful of orchids,Has soon met her fate,By a dying rose,Upon her somber face. Her sorrow reaches to the Earth’s end,Away from my trembling hands.Disease and pestilence, are my only reward,For my fleeing from safety. Her number grew gradually,Among the rotten many.The many poor to which she brought herself,Low, for a kiss,Flooded London’s districts,…
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I feel for thee,My worn beauty.Your frail, and vivid form,Shows likeness to me. I find destiny, itching to see,The most heinous parts of us,Broken together, we are soon among death,Failing to remember, beneath bated breath.And your eyes!They revealed the most sickening heartache. You died, with your love entwined,Vast in the many folds, of your long…
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I bathe myself in your splendor,And stoop myself under the light of your smile,I savor the breath that comes off as sweet,And drink deeply from all victims of mine. I am, and will always be, my own enemy.I am tremendous, in how I own myself,But I am a pitiful beast, with no mark.I place myself…
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Animals are where Egyptians stared, into the ground, for that is what we notice of all their works. A slight downward stare into the sands that were so infertile. Nothing could be born from sand. Creation is never met with satisfaction, until the Christian God shows the gift of love to represent to Mankind its…
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Why have I felt, the need, to break,And unbind the fortune, of love?Where there is so much, to behold,I see tears, streaming precious gold,I see a face, made with ivory,Though, bendable like silver. Your face quivers, from the gentlest touch,And show creases of misery, from the widest brush,A face of no sympathy, that I behold,For…
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The colored rainbow possesses each of the following colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. The missing colors are black, white, and pink. Between life, is birth and death. They each represent the color of black. Black is the color of fertility. A woman’s body is land. Land is fertile when dark. Land…
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Q: In what manner is love absent from the discontented person? A: The continual desire for change, creates the most related word to change, and that word is “discontent”; and the most related word to “discontent”, is “hatred”. That is because “hatred” when seen without negative expression upon it, is a word that defines “change”.…
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With fewest steps to climb,In an amorous avalanche of emotion,Wandering upwards, to where a faceGlistens, and has been frozen.I, with marble, in hand,Smear its molten material upon thee,And make thee a face of beauty and frailty,Because, I have come from the realm of love. Eyes gilded as sapphires,And lips swiped upon, with rubyPaint; and listless,…
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Oh, so open, is my heart,To the currents beneath my feet.I have fallen in love with death,And released the veil from its eyes.Death has shown me a profound pleasure,An old song of ribs used as chimes. Beautiful, though vainly spoken,What beauty? What mercy resonates in it?Have I once loved? Where is the light?Death surrounds me…
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