April
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Petals, drawn out of eyes,Washing on, running onFrom the place they laid upon. A mind full of symmetry,Mindful of jealousyMoving forth to shortcomings,Laid flat in the long-termOf a presidency voted in by grief, Washing ashore, eyes to seekThe stagnancy in the idle blueOf skies that never drop,With hearts that never stop. Wandering with cruel disclosureUpon
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If they have killed you, Due unto a disease, I will kill them. I will send them running to the Earth And escape through the ashes, Down to the corridors of Hell. I will send them chasing demons For merry love-making. Those demons Are of their own kind. The same faces, The same traces Of
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How have you faltered Beneath the driving winds And sleeting rain? How have you denied What we both cried for Under the heaviest torrents And pounding waves? My eyes can only see so much Behind the tears. Just a face or an ear To gaze or to hear. My love, with your bravest voice. Come
Modern Romanticism 