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Outside my reachWas a love,Was a heart of a woman,Was the kiss of a life,It would not happen.It would not happen. And I am filled with the grief,Of a thousand eternities,With this pain to my heart.This poet’s hand of mine,Is disallowed to swipe a tear,He swipes syllables,And writes them dear,Writes them with fear. I have…
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Stuck upon the stare,I am.With swollen grief, so aware,To the current AutumnAnd its fountains of frost.The mist pushes my heart closed,And I feel all surrounding pain.All surrounding, alike the air I breathe,As it is the same, within. Love was my currency,And my feast.Love was my heart,And its attack upon my heart.Now it flows like the…
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A bled wound upon the pageSeeks to rewrite virginity,In the named events to this day.I am something of a man,Loyal to loyalty.You were something of a woman,Loyal to realism’s mind.And I foresaw a place embeddedIn the white garb of a veil,In nothing uncertain for what I decidedWould only be my dream. My heart now bleeds,Flesh…
Modern Romanticism 