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^~~~~^~~~^ poets are in love with things of pathos fair the lure that draws the moth to the flame's despair the insect caught in amber the mateless bird that sings the colors of the sun that's died the fairie with no wings the gnarled, lifeless tree grass o'r grave's slight swell the stream that's choked with bracken the sound of empty shells the sweetness of the voice that sings the doom'd femme the consumptive Mimi in Puchini's La Boheme butterflies on velvet stricken, gently spread affixed with a pin tho lovely, they are dead the vampire is so sensual tho their victims end is dreer the eye that is the brightest blue always sheds the tear SoulSurvivor (C) 2014
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Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC
beautiful sadness
^~~~~^~~~^ poets are in love with things of pathos fair the lure that draws the moth to the flame's despair the insect caught in amber the mateless bird that sings the colors of the sun that's died the fairie with no wings the gnarled, lifeless tree grass o'r grave's slight swell the stream that's choked with bracken the sound of empty shells the sweetness of the voice that sings the doom'd femme the consumptive Mimi in Puchini's La Boheme butterflies on velvet stricken, gently spread affixed with a pin tho lovely, they are dead the vampire is so sensual tho their victims end is dreer the eye that is the brightest blue always sheds the tear SoulSurvivor (C) 2014
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#sadness#death#beauty#doom
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Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC
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