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Q: As for what is anxiety; can you point it out? A: It links itself to the nervous system. Q: As for what is discrimination; can you you point it out? A: It links itself to the nervous system. Q: Both anxiety and discrimination link themselves to the nervous system. Can you explain in detail?…
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Oh, beauty! Taken beneath, bed sheets,Disrobed of tattered veil, and dewy flesh. You were made holy, upon death’s ground,Made for, the chambers of kings. Softness is, concurrent, to your realm,That which I pull myself, down to enter. Disease made ready, on my pillow,Kisses made plenty, among all sorrow. Of futile gestures, and strangeness, in sighs,I…
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Q: What do you see what you stare upwards? A: I see the epitome of success. I see those who have risen, and this height they have crawled to find, has made them topple over what was at that height. Like some bear that climbs a tree too light for its own weight, that tree…
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Don’t die, for the lingering sigh, In harmony, of shadows old. As I saw your face, of white, With folds, of skin, among iron, Death had painted Hell, on a frown, For my nose, to cling, to its scent. What would Heaven offer, if Death denied her form? God, who stalks the bramble, of empty…
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Never let, Heaven hear, The great mockery, of my fruit, I was thoughtless, yet here you are, To bare the nakedness, of my suit. The reckless approach, to danger, My uncertainties, begone! Never broken, never saved. Never, but beloved, to the brave. You wilted, as to my own, Brethren, of my hope, Abandoned, with my…
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Stillness evokes, the bitter strife, Winter trees, tore off this life. Lisette wore a mask, to conceal, The terrors of love, to reveal. She echoed a panic, of pain, Within forests bleak, by shame. I wandered, the terrible night, Exploring Lisette, in bitter blight. Some tune rung, from the trees, Receiving, my crying pleas. I…
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The great art of her grace, knows not of the poor, Now to crawl, along the sands, To the rocks, upon the shore.
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“You offer a pauper love, then he or she will not recognize it. They cannot eat love. They cannot drink love. They do not understand that, even as a metaphor.”
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You were the woman, who awoke, among strangeness,Death, had divided your territory; life, had conquered you.Beauty nestled itself, in the fragrance, of your neck,Love crept upwards, to your lips, and laid kisses, deep. In the strangeness, of my strength,That which, would not wane,All beauty, I tore, with bare hands,Blood rose, to meet, my nostrils,An enemy,…
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Q: How does Socialism fit in with your line of thinking? A: It seeks to bring death onto a country’s shoulders. Q: How does it seek to do this? A: Death is the only freedom that life can obtain, and it’s meant to be more fleeting than life. Death is recognized, before one comprehends, through…
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She sought, for an empire, I sought, for her desire. My weakness fled, the numbered rocks, By finding her tangled, in locks.
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We had loved, without glimpses, to our present,Allowing its gift, to surge, through our hearts,We had called upon, love to swell,Dancing on shores, where waters collected. I do love thee, with all the flames, of my heart,I love thy beauty, with all the light, that flickers. I leave thee, to roam, among the planet’s edge,I…
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