Universe
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“Always wander with your eyes facing forward, as your mind looks back.” – Modern Romanticism Love and trust. Dualities of sorts, though only ever the latter works for the former. It can be said of trust that it is something in which we are aware to. We cannot be trusting of all things, for that
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I falter to see,The fulfillment of me.Upon this universe,Where there are swaying reeds,Near to the banks of a river.It is the simplest thing. Upon this universe,Where Heaven is too ephemeral,And a government too happy,I struggle to feel,The euphoria unreal,The pain I sought to seal. Upon my body,I am the void,The many faces that mock,Are rather,
Modern Romanticism 