Reality
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“A smile is a stone, made for fire. Beneath that hardened mask is a puddle, where our sorrows were held down to be drowned. We held down our tragedies beneath a weight, a stone, our false smiles, though we could not help it when the fires grew to reach others and burn them away. We…
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“To face reality seems to be the singular way to approach a progressive nature. And yet, all we do is learn, and never solve. We never extinguish the problem at its source, though will continue to dissect and dissect. We never yearn to see the problem vanish, so long as there is something to plunder…
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There are to those, whose face shines among,Upon ivory canvases.Though, yours that faces itself,Upon the stark white shape,Is there for my smears,My kisses.My foiled becoming,Is for you to breathe,As your lips remain idle.It is due to me,I have painted a scene,A sight of a face, so texture-less in textures. No life, I see, among this…
Modern Romanticism 