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Tango neg emo

tango neg emo
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move shuffle feet
bloom in red dresses
of Piazzolla tears
wretched passionate
I shed some drops
move tango me emo
move tango me burn
plus minus turn
tango neg emo stuck
a turn of good luck

Inspired by Tango, Negative

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Emily Dickinson

After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes

After great pain, a formal feeling comes –
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs –
The stiff Heart questions 'was it He, that bore,'
And 'Yesterday, or Centuries before'?

The Feet, mechanical, go round –
A Wooden way
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought –
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone –

This is the Hour of Lead –
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow –
First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –

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Ionuţ Caragea

Lacrima mortis

what hurts more than the lack of pain
two eyes are fighting each other
on an uncried tear

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Wallace Stevens

The House Was Quiet and The World Was Calm

The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night

Was like the conscious being of the book.
The house was quiet and the world was calm.

The words were spoken as if there was no book,
Except that the reader leaned above the page,

Wanted to lean, wanted much most to be
The scholar to whom his book is true, to whom

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
The house was quiet because it had to be.

The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:
The access of perfection to the page.

And the world was calm. The truth in a calm world,
In which there is no other meaning, itself

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