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Wrap me in whatever you can lend me For I have brought death to my scenery. I do not wish to be kissed by the moon, Nor the feathers of ravens. Though, this pillow beneath my head Seems to be filled with blackness. Don’t you want to hold me? Don’t you want to lift me
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Why so frail above me,God of my mercy?I have loved life with a smile of unendingAnd loving applauseTo the petals that surrounded meAll of my years. Now that pain has grasped my lungs,With loneliness to my heartThere stirsIn my bowelsAll the acids of pain,As my heart with loneliness, becomes strained. “Do not give in,”As I
Modern Romanticism 