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#posing
Did you know when you posed for that photo That it would represent my sincerest dreams? Did you know, posing, letting yourself go That you would represent all of love's themes? There's a picture I can't look away from With simplicity of your innocence. There's a picture of what love can become With simplicity, strength and elegance. Your lines and curves and perfection of shape Transport my soul and take hold of my gaze. Your lines of your chest o'er shoulder and nape Transport my soul to see beauty and praise. You are the picture I paint in my head Of beauty that only exists in thought. You are the picture I dream of in bed. Of beauty that I have forever thought.
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Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
A Photo
Within this lonely now Under blankets of night Sunlit absence departs on beams of light In the middle of this nowhere The soul slips away in every direction Riding a quietly tragic wave; a cosmic infection Once a roar Now a sigh This love once burned like stars that never die And now that ten thousand years can't save this life We find ourselves together alone Destiny shipwrecked us before we were even born You were a secret hiding in the open Must have turned a blind eye Found a supernova posing as a clear blue sky
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
We Once Ran to Greet the Dawn
take me back to the renaissance period body painted in black and blue but just because i was the mona lisa doesn't mean i was posing for you
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Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 9:26 AM UTC
renaissance
Well, my old diary has almost had its day I read it over once more for beautiful sentences too beautiful to be lost I copy them and weave them together with imagination with equally beautiful sentences My experiences seamlessly fit together with possible events that I now, years later, imagine and would have liked to lived just as Stendhal reworked his dull notes into a stammering account of a heavenly experience, dizzy from looking up at the vaulted ceiling where the painting, on the contrary is anchored immutably in the then still wet lime, entirely real, firsthand Grandeur, not only in hindsight
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May 21
May 21, 2026 at 3:36 AM UTC
Grandeur in hindsight