Emotion
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You’ve got the money, but I’ve got the soul. Ain’t no romance in plastic culture. Ain’t no birth in sedated smiles. Creation swirls in the eyes of autumn lovers. Gothic women, and bearded machines. Too many dust filled relics of dead end visions. Life as magic, not tasks performed for dollars and cents. Trapdoors and Read more
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Starless lovers between mirrors and blades of grass. Dead seas of liquid mercury. Cold hearts, breaking with the distance of future. You had warmth, then you let it go so carelessly. You had love in tea cup, but you threw it away without even looking back. Sparks behind empty eyes. Animals cries, screaming on a Read more
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On the brink of reason. A Landscape of yesterday’s rolling like thunder. Faces and places so quickly forgotten. Moments so strange, existing outside of time. A cool embrace upon the ashes of autumn leaves. More than a feeling. More than a woman. Something far beyond what we’re made of. Surrounded by objects, we seek Read more
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The days grow warm. The sky stays brighter for longer. My feelings are muddled, scattered like marbles on thin ice. But the ice would just melt in this weather, and my feelings would end up sinking to the bottom of a cold lake. Love, happiness. Feelings that run deep, that are difficult to make Read more
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Her tired painted face, aching with sexual prowess and sleaze. Some kind of wonder, leaving you choking on her remedy. It’s nauseating, and liberating. It makes you feel alive to know how many she’s slept with. To imagine how many hands and tongues have taken her to some higher plane. Obliterated all that she is Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 