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God once
told me that I have a capacity for bliss
that earthly pleasures will never satisfy,
a potential for greatness much too large
for a me..
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In
the air I taste your breath,
The
hushed sighs of a tamed love
Blazing
quietly from afar,
A
passion that twinkles in only the eyes
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I've
seen what empty space could do,
the
way it creeps from every direction
to
diminish everything in its grasp,
existing
as my only friend
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When the dreamer dies, where does the dream go?
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For years, the cultist had
drudged through empty lands that haunted his conscience through the sheer
terror of its inhabitants, their lack of p..
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Never
were the lands of Limbo as susceptible to change as the day when the ground
itself split open with a fissure and regurgitated a lass, no ..
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Dust frolics in the air highlighted by a sliver of light . . .
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I gave it to you on that very day, and you held it carefully, anxiously, as if it were capable of murder . . .
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Petty humans fought tooth & nail to die in that cluster of doomed love and fragrant scents, a smile on their face . . .
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Your memories inflict no cringe; they beckon bloodless eyes to no avail as what once were your fingers render me breathless, (although, not in the sam..
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