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And just like that, you got caught in the web of your own beauty. The weight of it was eventually too great to walk without hunching your back. Although your ribcage was now pointing down, you still managed to raise your pride to the sky.

I was not afraid or intimidated by your flaming eyes or the black dress that absorbed all the light in the room, or even the smell of your perfume full of pheromones. I was just quietly praying for you not to know poetry, or even scraier - for you turn out to be one. I dread that you will bring down the walls of my pride that I cling so hard to, hoping it'd protect me from another heartbreak.

Every greeting already hides a farewell in it. I ask that ours won't be like of those who bleed from their souls when torn apart.

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How long does a good meal last? How long does a good meal prolong a friendship? Does one have to agree to mere coexistence in order to carry on?

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Now tell me, does Satan hurt and cry?

Does devil sit and lie?

Or are his soles all-burnt

From constant walk around the Earth?

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Моя сила - в пере, моё естество - слабость. Я силен в описаниях, но если бы ты меня описала, ты бы сказала «слабый». Смотрящие вперед - глаза; смотрящий замер, озирая мир свысока своей башни из слоновой кости.

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Bravery is a step-by-step process. Writing through self-censorship is taking a lot of me. I’ve hated the thought of marriage being a transaction of a man from his circle of friends to now be his wife’s headache. A union that should have been the star parade, a supernova, and pair of burning matches merging into one when burnt out has now been given a grotesque definition.

Darling, I hope I do burden you with my endless doubts and findings of truth just as much as I hope you’re my rose thorns I’ll get to hold and watch. I hope to observe your person from the front row of your hall. I’ve aspired to be an actor, but always found myself narrating as the watcher of the world.

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Oh, the blessed ignorance - the sweetest bliss. If only I could be made a child again and chase the soap bubbles. Until I was taught to play music, I used to listen to the sounds, but once I learned to play I started listening to the pauses which were exactly what spoke to the soul, much like poetry. In the pursuit of the wonder of this music, I have listened to the void in the music wondering if a writer can live in an ivory tower.

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Class is nothing more than a defense mechanism against the fleshly desire; a suit is nothing more than a cover from the last of us and wind.

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Sing praises like you are spoon feeding the Word to a child.

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writing? oh, i’m definitely writing. in my head. during the most inconvenient times. like in the shower or when i’m about to fall asleep. actual typing? no, no, we don’t do that here.

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Beyond the stars

where all the lost are found

Before the Throne, not just a tree of joy

But a thousand gardens.

All beasts and lambs

Are freed from fear and hunger

In their eyes I saw no tears

And no one hides in bunkers.

Nearby those trees,

I see the love that helped us recognize on Earth each other

I thank that night and you for brightness, smiles, and all,

For every roses' leaf, I hold the thorns no more.

We'll get to live as neighbors

That to you I promise.

I'll leave the burdened vessel

And dance with you once more

For now, you wait until I am free

We'll try some bacon from my backyard tree.

And here they are - the heaven's mighty gates

It's said in crimson: Take up all hope ye all who enter here

I am home at last and now...

Beyond the stars

where all the lost are found

Before the Throne, not just a tree of joy

But a thousand gardens.

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Please don’t say I’m prideful, I’m just so pained. I don’t mean to not mind my business or teach you anything. But the cry of my heart just melts its way through the metal gate of my mouth.

Don’t you see you’re dying? And I’ve got the antidote right at my hand. If there’s one thing I would ask you to believe is to believe that you lost the discernment of good and evil at the garden. Now there are the wise and then there are you. You’ve become a beast and to dirt you will return. I won’t even mention the breath of life that’s already been taken away.

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The only gift I’ll ask you to bring from your long trip is you. Just come back in one piece.

I to the last cell am you

From a thousand years to you

Take a seat at the cliff of hope

Look with me at all there is to see

Let us sit, talk our secrets till dawn

Till the warmest of tears — “I am home”

Walk me Virgil, I am mortal no more

Take me down and watch me sunrise again

“Now awake,” you said in the calmest of voices.

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writing is just staring at a blank document thinking, “this is the year i revolutionize literature,” while frantically googling synonyms for “walked.”

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Yes, my old man, now we speak their language to our children and we prefer their women to ours. I myself traveled west to learn wisdom. The land you shed so much blood for is celebrated for its size, and all your fallen friends remain unsung. I took a long journey through the steppe till I hit the canyons, saw the geysers, and climbed the mountains leading to the beautiful haven of Kolsay. It is still a place people seek for much like they seek freedom. About that... I am afraid we could never find it. I promise you that one day we will find the freedom we long for since the fall. Our kings turn out to be snakes, and our mayors are found to be blue wolves. Don't worry. My knee remains reserved for one true God. The people in fear prepare another feast for them, but they would not even look. So it's another youngster's turn to look up into the skies with eyes full of hot tears and say "calling space. Earth. Earth. Calling space, can you hear me?

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My thoughts are like the graveyard of events. Written to remember the actions that have already passed. My prose is surely a satellite to what I wish to convey. Read between the lines, I believe you’ll see today through, I believe you will see past today.

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I was putting up Christmas lights and saying something once again outrageous just to make the person next to me laugh. Somewhere in the middle of “can you pass me another nail” and “hey, that lightbulb is out” I tried dropping “well, if you are really trying to get to know me you should read what I write” and I suddenly understood that singing worship songs, talking about God is so different to reading His message of love.

Maybe in the 10,000 written sentences there will be 2 gems and I’ll be happy with that.

The word-vomit will one day be replaced like

a story retold in linen and gold.

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И океан был завистлив ее голубым глазам и ее двойные веки были словно двойная радуга - картина, которую достаточно увидеть раз в жизни, чтобы поверить в чудеса. А ее кудри напомнили мне о стаде ягненков, которые отводят меня обратно домой.