Romance
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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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pretty girls make graves/donkeys under starlight starved in half/worshipped so sweet souls just holes/stuffed with contempt no cure only pain/ scorched into pale eyes sex without love/lifeless like a whore banality and the mundane/drip fed so cute morality no sense/obliterate with regret stained bodies/shackled by stained chains bourgeois so bloody bourgeois/unclean in sin lipstick Read more
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There’s no such thing, as a broken machine. No dead ends, only visions of possibility. Try again, and make it better next time. Learn. Experience. Walk a path, and realise that it’s not about the destination, but about the journey. Ignore deadened souls. Go to those who have something magical about them. Some Read more
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Brother and sister. Lovers against the grain of the world. Lovers against the rules of what love should be. Through the distant years that have steadily dimmed, you can see them silhouetted before the sinking sun. The barren lands sighing as their breaking hearts long for release, it’s the moment they’ve been waiting for. The Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 