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My black rose,
what is this dew
of blood that
envelops thy
delicate petals
of darkness
and melancholy?
`T is the blood
that pours ..
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Through an open hole in the clouds where all life begins,
A stream, calm as the tears that flow from your father’s face,
A deep river covere..
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Decrepit thing I am, a shadow of a shadow,
Roaming shores to shield these faults, which come
Only when the Moon should discover my eyes.
Yet wh..
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Feathered wings flutter over sable and ivory talons.
And song inspired strings, struck by the mighty hammers,
Greet the deafening silence with pea..
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See-through world of which I know no compassion,
Born to the Earth’s dust and Hell’s fire,
Forged in the shape of an ambiguity,
You a..
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So here I am, and I stand
Amongst the lost leaves of Fall.
And as I stare into the murky water
Flooding at my feet, I see my lost beginning,
My ..
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An intense white, softened by beautiful brown,
Enamors me as I stare.
Until I reach the darkness, I dare not digress
My intimate glance.So rare
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