[Prose] In expression of Passions.
[quote][center][big][i][c=BF0000]๐๐ท ๐ฎ๐๐น๐ป๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐๐ช๐ผ๐ผ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท๐ผ.[/c] [/i]
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[i][c=804600]Passions.
Both abound and running amuck.
Their desires hiden and expressed in ever varying intensities as well as in a multitude of inept ways.
Through art, music, in my vary inept words.
In my very dreams, hopes and intense desires.
Yet in each the attempt is incomplete. Passions denoting vagueness in shadows that only fuel their intensity into ever expanding raging flames in their forces to be expressed.
Contol of the wildness seemingly to be hopeless. They burn, seeth intensify then ameliorate yet never seemingly diffuse completely .
So the firenadoe of passions within writhers and churns in ever expensive commutations. Then briefly subsides in infinite repetitions.
And I once again loose myself in their unsatisfied and unending frequencies.[/c][/i][/quote]