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I fell upon thy parted lips,And fled among their washed hue,Never knew, never knew,The placement of their kind,That were drawn over a face of mine.Your parted lips,Are as my own. A woman, and a man,Your beauty, and my insanity,We’ve both done wrong,To fall apart, and to be anew. I am in love only with water,Because…
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They, who crawled, naked, in grief, Were beside the forests, in failing sleep. Sinister shadows, were their playmates, Begging unto God, for piety’s absence. I slew, their lives, in amass, Emptied their reflections, in glass. For she, who called me abroad, To taste the banquet, of my dreams. She was, to the sinister playthings, A…
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Your rarity, on thine loving lips, Lay kisses, upon where I sit, Go crawl in misery, on death ships, Bask in embers, of fires lit. I would watch, those hands, cover tears, To imitate, a sleeping body, You could face, the dawn as night, Sink under trauma, of the years, But searing embers, raise the…
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Of stars, to stir through bleak dusk, Down rivers of a trailing tear, A woman raw in flesh, scent in musk, Subtle sigh in mournful fear. She would quell her beating chest, Lay a hand below her chin, As upon her face, a wash of white, To echo a tune in deathly rest, Strangled strings,…
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Of eye and iris, combined,I combed the earth, to then find those pair,Dipped in honeydew and nectar alike,Stark against pallid skin and reddened cheeks,As thy making were by God’s artisans. Your eyes, and the cries you emit,By the graces of angels,By the disgrace of my fallen empire,By the dismay to my withered pride,You are still…
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Upon a night, where the moon rose to stayAnd look upon us with fervent fervor,I saw behind that dress that covered thou,A white back that gleamed beneath the silver. A tempting look in your eye,You had a back that gleamed beneath the silver,With a coat of sheen that grew to bloomIn the radiance of an…
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Q: The fundamental difference between changing and improving is, as you describe it, changing to what is going to work, and to improve is to improve by adding layers. Is this correct? A: To change would mean to divide oneself between the working and the not working. And to improve oneself would mean to work…
Modern Romanticism 