Flowers
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I fall between two stems,Where petals grow upon the inside,And feel warmth that burns throughThe emptiness I’ve long gathered. Petals, I’ve gathered,And thorns I’ve grown.Some tune of a Devil’s defeat,Upon a man’s last word. I blew the kiss that would hit the flame,And she mocked its nestling on her cheek.Death fans her screams,As lust drains
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Embellish me, and awaken me,When surrounded by the long armsThat leave longer trails.Fail me, if you should find it necessary.Beauty, you will cling to your tragedy.Love has given you an ampleSide to each breast, though has faded.Would you fall with me? Would you leave me in the disgraceThat I have already deserved?Death is knocking on
Modern Romanticism 