The more perfect the artist, the more completely separate in him will be the man who suffers and the mind which creates.

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tied with the
warm breath of yours
why would i wish escape.

entangled with
the mixed emotions
you left my heart to ache.

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It’s a marathon
not the race.

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That flow in the Paradox of my skin
cutting the edge within,
the leftover reminiscence
my poetry, spilling the
endeavours of entropy.

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Wrecking in the darkness of light
I dwell to find entropy sublimed
In the theory trapped within our minds.

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If you want to avoid hell
the answer is not immortality;
it's morality.

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For those who live for art
are cursed with knowledge
far beyond understanding
of ill beings.
For I seek gratitude to them.

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Cheers!
For that moment,
when;
It broke
with
Supernatural stroke.
It beats
with
Simultaneous nodes.
It aches
with
Submerged bleeding hope.

Souls that travelled dimensionless sol.

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It has never been
about if
it has always
been when.

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Between those
blank verse of poetry
My Viewless Lyrics,
developed immunity
for your ignorance.

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