Torment
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I follow your sight,From where you’ve shielded a pair of eyes.A breathy note,Has now encapsulated you,Has made you small,Has made you wanting. I am but the smallest farewell,To an eternity of blue,A dismal song kept farawayTo the oldness of a yesterday.A beautiful memoryThat is doused in searing pain. How your hair has grown!Young one, how
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A woman comes unbroken,For she is proud.And she is lonely when hindered,By the restraints from love.She has a face corroded by shadows,Beneath eyes and against her lashes.I am cornered by sorrow,And the kisses weighing heavily. The moon speaks a courting song,Her beauty mimics my own defeat.Her denial has been my retreat.Her heart is my singular
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They, who crawled, naked, in grief, Were beside the forests, in failing sleep. Sinister shadows, were their playmates, Begging unto God, for piety’s absence. I slew, their lives, in amass, Emptied their reflections, in glass. For she, who called me abroad, To taste the banquet, of my dreams. She was, to the sinister playthings, A
Modern Romanticism 