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Pure hearts
(16+)
our minds melded at dusk.
the sweet sound of your canorous heartbeat set me at ease as you took my hands and we became one.
pure, raw ecstasy played in your eyes then you seized me with your rapture.
Being the hegemon of my pleasure was a role you never failed.
The sombre night appeared as a backdrop as
gasps and moans completed the stars.
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Rose
Jagged edges will discourage you,
however,
it's scarlett hue seduces you to touch.
Crimson stains your vision.
Then you wonder how something so beautiful could be so painful to touch.
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A Fighters fight
she took all the abuse they were convinced she deserved,
because she fought the fight that cowards refused to fight.
she flaunted her scars like they were rewards,
told her stories with her head held high and no remorse.
at the end of the day she was the only one left.
because she didn't win the battle, she survived it and her scars were evidence she put up a rewarding fight.
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Origin
it's humorous how human kind have found a way to distinguish themselves, yet again.
colour, fame and wealth
now origin.
those who find content in a big blast are considered brilliant amongst similar believers,
however belief in a ubiquitous being is recognized as chimerical.
our origin shouldn't be based on serendipity
humans do have distinct purposes.
we were planned
that should be as lucid as the layers we were bore with.
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Bibelot
once when this spherical animal orbits,
an aphelion happens.
then you really see her.
because once the sun is farthest from the planet
her true colours are revealed.
and they're just beautiful.
ebony layers and fuscous coal eyes,
that's true beauty.
because the concept of beauty is misleading.
others might not see her beauty,
they enjoy the nimiety of cerulean orbs and golden locks.
if you are blinded by the mediocrity of such beauty,
then you clearly aren't worthy to be enthralled by her ineffable form.
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Beautiful minds
she wants to speak her mind
but she won't.
she is undoubtedly chained by the criterion of the pseudo crowd.
belittled by the unjustful stares and the superfluous laughter,
she stays quiet,
refuses to share her beautiful mind.
all because you needed to belong,
all because you were just a follower.
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