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• those who find ugly meanings and beautiful things are things are corrupt without being charming
• beauty, real beauty end where an intellectual expression begins
• noiselessly, and with silver feet, the shadows crept in from the garden
• veil after veil of thin dusky gauze has lifted and by degress the farms and colours of things have restore to them, and we match the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern
• there were moments when he looked an evil, simply as a mode through which he could realise his conception of the beautiful
• although many are ambivalent on the issue, _________ is unreliable and not a viable option in this day and age.
• In the current economical climate, who can afford to pay those prices?
• it will be increasingly unsafe, increasingly unsanitary and increasingly harmful to the environment
• everything is dimmed and dull
• what was once alive is now losing hope
• slow smell of decay fights its way to me
• shadows creep their way onto the lone alley
• scattered pages of a broken book remind me of the void in me once filled by the _____
• My memory flickers, reminicising a time where my world was jus as incredible
• I am a bug in an array of deep, whimsical patterns and fabrics
• ..into an alive body of glistening colours
• some abandoned for weeks, aging with the loss of beauty, grieving desirability
• the look in his eyes was so bottomlessly bitter it was almost benevolent
• no water is ever at rest, i know now what he means because the ripples of his death have weakened but the waters will never be still
• beauty, real beauty ends where ____ begins
• As the lights blinked out, a sense of emptiness gripped him
• Plumes of smoke filled the murky air, now drifting up towards distant streetlights in spaced spirals
• The skyline glowed like an orange-red sunset, its light casting shadows on the ground below.
• The sound of sirens blared in the distance, their piercing cries echoing off the buildings around them.
• In the midst of all this chaos, there was a strange calmness to it all - a feeling that everything had been thrown into disarray, yet somehow remained strangely ordered.
• The superiorly thick smoky clouds rolled in like boulders, ready to crush anything in their way. The darkness was engulfing and seemed to fully consume any spec of light. Any last hope was gone… Without warning water came gushing down – throwing itself onto the gagged knife-like rocks.
• The rocks seemed to slice the water from its many thousands of sharp daggers, embedded all over it. The water came gushing down like a waterfall along the jagged surface of the wise rock
• The merciless winds caused the enormous waves to crash and erupt like lava coming down from a raging volcano. It splits like an aggressive wild animal, angered by the vigorous storm. The waves punching and beating the rocks with all of their might and the wind gusts knife the piercing thorns of branches
• The boulders of clouds remained to loom over the coast like an overprotective mother over its misbehaving child. No end was in sight; not a hint of the immensely powerful wind giving up any time soon.
• Nobody in the room could quite grasp the fact that this was happening. The crowds of black attire row on row seemed to mimic the thing she loves most in life, the piano. However, this time she had taken the ivory natural keys with her and left everyone else with the sharp tones. You needed both to create beautiful symphonies but all that filled the room was the excruciating silence of her absense