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How aesthetic captures one's eye, and turns to lust and maybe love that captures ones' heart.
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When
memories are gone,
Lost in
translation,
I once again
lost my fascination.
But an old
wave of wistful..
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A dusty attic of forgotten moments,
Something impalpable left behind.
It twinges your heart to remember,
..
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The smell of flowers is dwelling in the air.
The clouds are gone, and there’s sunshine at flare.
Remove..
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With burning passion her loins were yearning;
For his red lips, soft kisses giving,
For his hands, with tende..
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A nightingale, in its golden cage,
I looked beyond the window pane.
The bucolic view, the peaceful plane.
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A sideways glace towards the floor,
A tilt of the head,
Eyes full of scorn,
Self-contempt.
A bite of th..
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Electrified razor blades of fury
Slash through my veins in boiling rage.
Hot tears of frustration stream down my cheeks, A deathly gloom of river St..
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It is about my first love, and how he regretfully managed to break my heart. This poem metaphorically and through allusions describes the emotional jo..
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