Amour... This incurable Doleful Malady...
Spreading Deep into my Veins...
Setting up the most beautiful Tragedy...
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These Writings of mine, filled with fantasy of Mind...
But nothing expresses the rawness More...
Poems should be Plain, terse, and Mild...
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Vain I was, until I saw your eyes...
From the beginning i felt like a reanimated corpse...
Empty i was, with your Charm you filled my life...
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Life got Meaning, seeing those Black Ambers
those mind blowing, blind revealing Gems
feeling deep inside caused by your dignified manner
started this Journey, was Warned by Friends
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I died as I sip, the last inch drop of Memories,
Tasteless, unfragrant, fragmented Vacancies,
Recollecting, regulating the blurry negligible Visions,
Recalling, rewriting, summarizing the Summaries,
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