Since I first set my lips to your full cup,
Since my pallid face first nested in your hands,
Since I sensed your soul and every bloom lit up—
Till those rare perfumes were lost to deepening sands...
("Love Stronger than Time' by Victor Hugo, loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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Every angel is terrifying. And yet, alas, I invoke you, one of the soul's lethal raptors, well aware of your nature. As in the days of Tobias, when one of you, obscuring his radiance, stood at the simple threshold, appearing ordinary rather than appalling while the curious youth peered through the window. ('Rilke's Second Elegy' by Rainer Maria Rilke, loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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I find your love unappealing
(no, make that appalling)
because you prefer kissing
then stalling.
('First Base Freeze' by Michael R. Burch)
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everything people go through affects me 10x more, and that is a positive and a negative thing, when i am sad, i am depressed, when i am happy i am elated, when i am in love i express it, my feelings are like art, and how people exaggerate things on a painting or in an art piece. when trying to show saddness they use a dark, cool pallete, when they portray happiness they use warm, vibrant colours
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