Librettos of Lily
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She is a poised madness and this is her corner. Poetry, quotes, aesthetics, books and songs. All writing in this channel is copyrighted.
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And then there were stones in your black hair,
Ones that shimmer when the silence fairs,
And then there was an energy in your electric complexion,
Ones that are secret to the all seeing reclusion.
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At times the dullness of your life is overshadowed by the grandeur of the past moments, appearing real for a moment they tend to follow your journey forward, telling you who you were, how you were, what you lost and what you gained. If it was worth your time and if you were better now than back then or the effects of your prime that will cost you a decade later.
At times, the lightness of a heavy life is obscured by the joy of a relief you get when it is one karat lighter. But this weight you carry, was gold. And the more gold you carry, the more powerful you become. It doesn't matter if it appears to be mud with a damaged garment covering the exterior. Down the line, you will know the price of bearing light was peace.
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Read the channel please. I can't tell it to everyone who asks. I already wrote it once. Don't dm me for the same question again and again. Check the channel very well before you ask. It is annoying at this point and I will not be responding further regarding this issue ever again. To avoid plagiarism I have disabled the saving options but I have also opened a channel to post everything other than my poetry and quotes.
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Your hands reach for the hurt in souls even though you don't mean to poke the painful thing,
Your eyes see the recess side of the mind even though you don't mean to indulge and insinuate in their territories,
Your words pierce and barbs the head like a needle even though you don't mean to sting,
Your presence erupts something dormant in their sleeping beauties.
~ a crime on criminal earth to be
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My arrogance, my need to feel superior is suppressed by my self loathing tendencies. The mania of standing between evil and lesser evil. How would I know where I belong.
