Panic
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How many tears can I hold, in arms, that do not carry the future? I cannot even carry the present forward, for I hold the blame in me. I hold the scars close, the present watered from my eyes, with the blue seas around my feet. Land is so far away. Same with daylight. Though,…
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How far Does the world travel to To be at its end? Why does it seem That inhabitants Will trade away Things, to whisper lies As sweet as the embers that were once in our hearts? A smile is only as curved As the head that may twist around To see the stagnant shadow Yet…
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Love, I’ll not ever lose this hold,Among your hair, there are scoops of debris,And among your cheeks, there are flowers agleam,While among your lips, there are words stilled and silent,As your chin was dipped in ashes,And beholds a pale hue for myself to see. Start weeping, and I will lose myself,Your form is rotted and…
Modern Romanticism 