Isolation
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Beloved, to describe what is before me,Would perhaps offer me,What to me, craves the plenty –The multiple aspects to your beauty.And as I sit before you, and before my gaze,Towards your marvelous captivity,You show to moon and star,A gaze full of idle awakeningTo what thumps a rhythm in your golden heart,Broken away, are those fragments
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Curiosity creates envy. Envy creates lust. Lust creates pride, even should an accomplishment not be made.
Modern Romanticism 