Attraction
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“Even the monster feels, when no one hears the monster’s howls, when released up to the moon, expecting its silver surface to shed a tear. Even the monster feels, when no one knows why the monster dwells, in the darkness of either its mind, or of the physical shadow. For that is because the monster
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Feverish marks, from where love had struck a solid chordUpon thy evergreen heart,Upon thy smoothened heart,Upon thy fabulous heart,Were as beauteous, as the next whore of a line,Of a waitingTo see,To plea,And then, to fleeAway from my fingers, that brought you to ceaseYourself, from how you breathed. A disaster,Upon alabaster,Upon the skin of velvet smoothness.Upon
Modern Romanticism 