Valentine
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Shower taken, blowing smokefor another breath caught in the light.You shimmer in the fear,waiting for the rain, the tears.I realized how love dries when eyes spoke,disrobed to the phantom nights – revealed with the glimmering frightsin gestures, with the weatherthat sheds your wings with frozen feathers. When the snow stops, will you cryeven when I
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The worn feeling,The pressuring sensation,To move.The dryness in my heart, where should stir blood,The motion of my form, against the songs of sadness,Bellowed from my lips. The loss,The emptiness,Inside of me.The beauty that was with you, something held upon like gold,The form you would give to me, as something to hold in one arm,Has become
Modern Romanticism 