Lust
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“You offer a pauper love, then he or she will not recognize it. They cannot eat love. They cannot drink love. They do not understand that, even as a metaphor.”
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You were the woman, who awoke, among strangeness,Death, had divided your territory; life, had conquered you.Beauty nestled itself, in the fragrance, of your neck,Love crept upwards, to your lips, and laid kisses, deep. In the strangeness, of my strength,That which, would not wane,All beauty, I tore, with bare hands,Blood rose, to meet, my nostrils,An enemy,
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We had loved, without glimpses, to our present,Allowing its gift, to surge, through our hearts,We had called upon, love to swell,Dancing on shores, where waters collected. I do love thee, with all the flames, of my heart,I love thy beauty, with all the light, that flickers. I leave thee, to roam, among the planet’s edge,I
Modern Romanticism 