#coronavirus
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A fever warms you,Yet my arms cannot touch you.The outline of your formIn the debris that nestles youHas me cry with the fallingOf snow, in the haze. I cannot evenGraze a cheek.I cannot evenTouch a lip,While yours grow oldIn the welcoming dark.I cannot evenHold a handThat trembles. Fear blossomsBleak petals,Between these floorboards.I speakFrom across this
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“If betrayal of trust, to the personal level, can be met with reaction through vengeance, then it is love, itself, to do the same. It will be, in such a latter case, on a global scale.” – Modern Romanticism Love is the emotion of trust, to be physically close with another enough to not believe
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“Humans have a fixation to multiply themselves, making their power to be believed in terms of numbers. Yet, it is the loss of control upon that power, that objectively proves a human to have none, neither over themselves nor of Nature. For what creates a human, being of Nature or God, or of a father
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“Growth is elevated to the point of comfort. To that degree, humans must decline in numbers so that external stability is generated. Survival is the most prominent necessity for any organism, making life so precious in its fight to remain.” – Modern Romanticism Many factors exist within what is to be said, here. Though, two
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Awareness is not an emotion, nor the essence of being careful or being wise. In fact, that goes against wisdom. One learns and gains wisdom, through hard lessons in life. One must experience the ordeal, before understanding if the ordeal was worth the trek. Yet, morons across the globe have devoted whole careers to “raising
Modern Romanticism 