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The Wish
It was a starry night. Stars glanced across the face of the firmament. They swayed & stretched upon the skyscape just like the serene waves that stretched upon the sea underneath. That night, the breeze smelled sacred. Love was present for absent was all his lament & distance was humble —a token of the age
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Prose: An undying romance with a Work of Art
As much as he invested all what he could harness within his soul into his work of Art. He was drained away… For as much as he invested, he was infested by himself… He realized that he harnessed too much of his soul that he cannot handle all of this… The emotional toll that a
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Auditory Hallucinations
A work of art is a unique result of a unique temperament. Oscar Wilde #1: It was first a memory, more of a delirium dream. Diffused into the abstract perfection and the ethereal aura of the notes floating on the comely waves of his stormless mind. His mind was a sea, a sea so vast
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