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How have,Among all fairest bloomThis warmth treated you,In the criesOf senseless gloom? Still-lifeAs the ocean’s calm,Drawn for you.As plightWas whisked from you,From the spaceAs blameHad ended for you. We kissedWithout sudden departureFor lips,That caressed the edgeOf wisdom’s pledge. Wrap the laceAround your thorn.Venom to a mile,In your placeWhere you were worn,Stepping in great trial. Holding…
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Free the breath Swallowing you, On the way to sheltering arms That never left you. I hold the rain, As I carry Frequent, passing clouds. Shuddering from your awareness To life, on the dismal course, As elegance deserts you While idle eyes View you. Burn the temperatures That have wrapped you In ungraceful, Decline. Keep…
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Send back the storm.The drizzle did not make you laugh,Tickling the man-made oceanOthers created for you,On the way backFrom their arrival. You have sownThe stitches in your heart,Finding faultAmong all rewards. You bleed in the universeFarther than the nebula,Curving your formAround another dent. Walk among the desert stream,Treating the wavesAs constant farewells. Trace your form…
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Indestructible parasite,Quickened to the grievous wound.Bleak nectar travelling fromDried, pursed lips. We are that,We were flatUpon the desert’s oil,Drinking the wineWe liftFrom each other’s heart,Watering our eyesTo fill a garden. We are whatWe do not ignore,Behind closed doors.Failing a lifeLeft close behind. Each torment of us,We returnTo the desert’s reddishHourglass of rust.For time, we’re able…
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“Did everyone, who came close, wash away? From your arms, from the glade, did they wash away? Are you sleeping beneath the trees, so alone? Are you trembling beneath the warmest quilts, in the deepest cold? For this, I have come to hold you. For this, I have come to raise you. For all this,…
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An inward paceTo a selfish place,I can hold the melting snowFallen from your limbs.You cryPorcelain, to the fire.Frozen droplets,While each arm of yoursBrings temptation, with breathTo hold you, in this trance. We danceWithin white noise.Taking to a pace,For that selfish placeWhere the world can beDuly ignored. Love has waited,As the clouds have mournedEnough, to root…
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“Control the origin and you control the outcome.” – Modern Romanticism As some might believe that certain thoughts or types of speech might come across as “hateful”, is nothing short of what stems from the wrong in that ideology. Speech cannot be hateful, though can act as a reminder. Just as through a wedding or…
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“It is more the human effort to trust, than to love, being what makes us such fragile and imperfect creatures. To trust, and then, to be betrayed on it, forces us to learn from our mistakes, or otherwise repeat them.” – Modern Romanticism Same as history repeats itself, mistakes too. There are those who express…
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Don’t you miss the foundation,During whenThe waves collapsed your shore?You were everThe face to kiss,Same with the sunriseWhen I could not turn around,For I missed the sunset. Don’t you dwell in isolation,Worshipped by those who bathe you? Falls originate from your eyes,Though the fall begins from your feet. You were delicate,In your grace.Living as those…
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Came abright toRemind ourselves of fewDroplets, we had brought downWith the idle crown.Love led us to the picturesque,While sunsets did strideFaces onward, ever afterwardThis grasp did slide. Birth of wakeful stories,With mirth to be unpleasantFor the fantastical entitiesWe did conjure, in serenity. Kiss for the wake of a smile,Did peel bark upon the awkward mile.…
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As we sleepAmong broken clocks,Haunting usWith the same shields,To their handsTo never touch anotherPetal of ash. You layWith all your fervor,Taken from the sun.You stayWith eyes that have seenEverything in-between,I have yet to condemn. You belongAmong the wash againstYour form and scars.You remain to tugThe rope around your neck,With all safetyFor your eyes to trek.…
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However we are,Weeping beneath stars?Holding how fragileOur tongues have crossedOn the kissEveryone missed. How the climbTo leave, what is kept behind,Made us more apartThan ever the seeds kept spreadingFor the lucid sakeOf dreamlike discovery. We’ll lift,Same as we’ll driftWith oceans torn apart,For the lands to contain belittlementFor the triumphOf nothing saved, for the glance. We’ll…
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