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Eternal life damned by mortality.
Cremated to keep from hell,
Burnt to drift and recreate
In autumn winds of paradise,
When mortality doth cease.
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You’ve shown me ways I’ve long forgot,
An eternal love that’s worth a fight.
Like Hector to protect his brothers will.
A love to ..
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On morrow’s day I shall take leave
From my sweet heart that beats to you
And enter into absence once again
Away from the shine of life you br..
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On thy verge to greatness comes peril.
No incline without first decent.
A trudge of all we lack combined together.
The pressure of a new craving.
..
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Would these words move you
if you thought they were profound?
Could you find a secret place,
deep within your heart,
to make sense of it all;
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Your silky skin, how I long to play.
To caress you either night or day
and ease my way into sinful lust.
To place my hand upon thou bust,
Sliding ..
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Your love has swollen my heart
And stolen all chance of solitude.
For you have impeded into my soul
And caused the chaos to cease.
Your as delecta..
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Through follies, through whims, through certain gleam
Life doth continue no matter with or without,
As death doth bring new birth, new solace, and..
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�A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation. - Friedrich Nietzsche
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