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The material is strong unlike that glass,
Yet it is just as delicate and just as soft
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A Vampiress' Love Story
by APoetessSylvia Leigh
54 lines, 1 comment,
on Apr 28 6:34 PM. In Dark, Erotiva, Vampiress, Vampire, Moonlight, Love, Passion, Literature, Turn Me
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to the masters of the pen
born of a mixing nation
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here is the whole of it, a book of simple words
rasping its scratchy throat that puts mild men to sleep
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It was winter. It was the city. It was night.
It was bitter cold.
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To be, or not to be- that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler to leave the pack
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I sit here in the dark of night
And let slip these words I love
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With flicking tail the ethereal being
Is one with the surrounding aquamarine.
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A leafy child,
Fetus bound to the ground,
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"I was born liberated",
if you weren't then you need to try a rebirth.
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("this carry go bring come my dear, brings misery")
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I might have liked to live in Milton’s day,
Those years he dwelt beneath St. Peter’s shade;
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Ses mots snaked par mes lèvres,
La glace eux avec le venin amer,
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With tendrils of ink it reaches out to ensnare you
You don’t see it coming, wouldn’t suspect
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But oh, alas, we cannot speak
As we've no mouths to talk
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The violins playing in the back.
My mind is losing track
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Hands black in the lamp-light
sillhouetted and pointing at your muse-mother
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Tempted by Witches' prophecies
Thy murderous ambition and greed
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My friend Paul Bäumer, / are you still resting in the western frontier? / You were only nineteen and my youngest hero. / but you achieved more than other heroes. / Your life was destroyed by the war, / for generatio
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i want to read you like a book / spine bent back / smelling the pages / savouring each line / skipping ahead to the ending / re-reading it from the beginning / translating into french / then italian / then spa
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And you thought Rome was the only empire once???
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There are many reasons for encouraging scholarly studies of poetry, literature and the humanities and social sciences in general. As Hele
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More phraseology poetry. Vaguely Phillip Pullman-inspired.
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“A great while ago the world begun,
and we’ll strive to please you every one !”
Mist melted from the mountain grey
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