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She rises. Then, she falls. Her eyes drift from one corner to the next, tracing the shadows. Nothing had been forgotten where it was removed. Absolutely nothing was stolen. Each item that was placed, whether on a dresser or against the wall, remained in her heart. Nothing special was misplaced, out of proportion, or even…
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Sweptbeneath a tide of rugs.Left leakingwith clouds sailing nowhere.Each sunsetbleeds for the purple weather,the blues that stain you,the silverthat crystallizes you. I have filtered outall eyes,except for mine.The sheets we tear apart,the quilts that smother,the pillows where we layour breathless lips.To love, even in the stormswhile you keep leavingblack eyedrops as broken signatures. I stayto…
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Hell for her.Her symptoms, synonymousInside complex falsehoods.Buried eyesUnder clouds, for coffin-lids.Wiped wood, withVarnish that bandages truthIn the gleam that stained her cheeks. Walk aroundCold, remain the warmSight upon her fractured hourglass,Weeping to the same sprinklesOf waterFrom some unknown storm. Love leaves herTorn, among thickets and bracketsEncasing her name,Weeping for her, waiting for shameTo be the…
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Rake in, take in tearstains,broken glass, herein where afatal word can blanket the tale,before life is ever heard. Lost hope, forlorn inside the tragedywhere smiles are doused in apathy. Walk, love, on the shore,diseased as you are. I will question what did comewashed up, tangled in the weeds,broken of speech,gracious in needs. Was it the…
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Paint your eyes red.Fold broken hands,praying to what is dead. Speak in gentle whispers,encasing your soul in a frozen tearheld back for many years. Love blooms on your back,with the rain, the dewfinding meaning in nothing new. Cry for departure,for the ships carrying your earthto bring you home, to birth. What time is love?Which day…
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Less to be, made to beabsent, apart from theeinside the wandering puddle.Straying too farbeyond the beating tunnelwith shadows, around. To the sun, to the eyethat was never meant to crywhile death created a nest,with babes against the breastteeming for the afterlife. The cradle, the fragile terrorsa reflection wreaks.The sun bent its touchto warm the coldest…
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Each whisperin a fading windbrings the stars closer,closes the scarsthat were never there. Wade to me in puddlesfrom imagined tears.Winter never warmed you,when it disillusioned us. Long arms carry you throughstoried storms, as I close the pageswith the grasp for a life,curving in the rivers. You are drawn in elegance,with beauty to your fear,among your…
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Retreating apart frombare sentences revealed in the sun.You grieved even inthe love we were buried, within. For orchids, we cross,as in sadness, we depart,having left golden glimpsesfor something among sentences. Bare words, abandoned in light,lowering eyes that see unity shattered.With grace, our sceneries mattereduntil turmoil had grown. Growing upon the next vine,all are always the…
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Straight line, barricadeon a path your eyes createwith enough to freeze for,with blankets of fleshbecoming raw beforethe moment of your death. Place love to the skies.Hold that smile, cover your crieswith the curtain around my form.In love, without being born,because God was a smile too manyto have, within grains of plenty. Soil stretches, along with…
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You are the dust in my eyes,the water that never flowsuntil I let go. You were the shore of eternal grain.Countless, until you becamecaught in the eyethat leaks light. You were one beside the moon.You are none,as I follow gloom. Why has this mirror shattered? From white to the void,erased into the darkwith infinite flakes…
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“The machine is purely functional. A human, more than functional. Unlike the computer, human emotions represent our freedom. We cannot think, without feeling. We cannot be logical, without the direction that emotions are always expressed. With control over emotions, not the absence of them, this is what defines logic. Logic is not pure in simple…
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Send wind to the torn waters.An ocean formed by summer,as love unbandages us. What breaks the skies to find us? Send letters as overturned leaves,leaking stones. We cried to find weight driftingin sudden rush. Winter was the deletion of our colors. Hold this promise, remember the vow.Repeat the famous wordsupon the waves. Arrest your eyes,…
Modern Romanticism 