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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I have revived for a continuous time and died improved and degraded, undecided, beautifully ugly, to save this holy profane and full, passive, honest, my hell, the eternal and passing season, your space, my hatred, in its place, with the caress and sinless to climb out of the cold blood, without virtue of the same stranger, one too human, in some darkness, invigorated by my friends, the moments, eternal drops of sunsets, as in an undedicated prose: to them, to us, dead! Hope without hope for I no longer hope, never always, my statue, you, the face, body and with much guilt, who have doubted limited in you, always bride, worldly, inspired and few proses, without diploma, a wise fool, kept in mind, so, smiling, a monochrome peasant, a devil of him, of me, faithful... I am the least alive in my most vital and blind death, your luminous shadow darkens me with its black and translucent light. You, the perfect error of the earth, you are my most distant close one, my warmest love, cold as the frozen flame, the steel flower that withers through blooming, your absent presence makes me disappear through birth, you are everything from nothing that becomes nothing from all without emptiness, a life so dead it buries living dead in me, the sweet bitter poison that heals me through sickening... The poor king of the finite infinite you are my gentlest torture with harshness and mercy, my last first encounter with the meeting that separates us, my highest love, low as the sky buried in heaven... In me withers a blooming so dead it gives birth to life, I am an absence so present I fill my voids with full emptiness.
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