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i have a face cut from ice
a heart pierced in a thousand places
so to remember
always the same voice
the same gestures
and my laughter
heavy
as a wall
between you and me

the ones who are most alive
seem the most still

behind the milky way
a shadow dances

our gaze climbs toward the stars
Be it bliss or sorrow...
...This too, shall pass tomorrow.
Golden words for a happy life.
At   twilight,*  
in my deep slumber, 
 I roused to the rumble of thunder; 
with dense showers soaking me tender,        
Streaks   of   light   sparkling   like   cinder, 
 roaring     with     dander,       down    came     
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                              that       S       RUCK  *my fence.
Art of typography.
Serene solitude
stillness secures mind
freedom from self.
Meditation mediates between mind and soul, establishes calmness.
Coasting cupids,
puff spiralling butterflies
flutter in fondness.
Unconditional and unpredictable love, makes your hearts fly in joy.
Valorous visage,
rivulets of gore seep
glory blooms.
Courage to face even death, for the sake of their nation, will gain eternal eminence.
Unnerving nightmares,
drip foul fiendish ichor,
ticker in my maw.
Even the slightest uneasiness can cause terrifying thoughts to drift into your mind, pumping fear.
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