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Keeping here,painted in smears,letting goof teardrops from a moonwhose face is that of a silver trace,whose presence waitsfor another night, seeing me, unanswered. Broken song.A wail from a throat,and in the reiterating of speech, I repeat what I thoughtwas never said, was never repeated, was never saidwhen we were never wed. It was said,a long…
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A part of youdeserves to be ledtowards a lighthouse,as you reside hereinside an ocean’sswerving current.There’s nothing elseother than your anchorgathering mass,pulling you underyour pages of history.A shoreline has longhoped you would come,even for a second.A thin sunraykeeps on guessingwhat time you’ll meet.Tragedy’s knotis written amongthe face you wearfor another day.Another banquetof disposed hoursto be a…
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Shallow resonancehas kept this beat goingbeyond certain secondswhen hands are clasped,when minds are wiredto remain closed.We’ve been desperateto believe that everythingwill keep running.We’ve just been runningfor the flame,clinging to a thread.We hang for the worldto see, to regardwith contempt, with disdain.We’ll come to rideon their perceptionof what we hide.Love was a simpler game,until we broke…
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Winter’s bindinghas taken on a shapefor your place,to seek truthin unfounded scorn.The sun awaits,while you writhewith failure’s weightblooming dark,on your blistered,ivory shoulders.That ledgeyou’ve grown close tobegs for you to reflect,hopes for youto selecta better outcome.Isolation’s wrapped youin cold frost,gets you to wailwhen you shouldinstead set sail.Reveal your facefrom inside two curtains.Dig yourself outfrom bottomless ruin.There’s…
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Suffocate this journeyfrom a thousandflame-engulfed moths.They were bred to be led,losing their wayupon their connectionwith finality’s light.Bandage nothingwhile we cherishthe sight of wounds,left as raggedas our clothing,as our bedding.An outpour of tearsflooded the spacewhere we nesteda cold reflection,discerning our yearsfor all that went by.Wilt like flowers,burn like papercovering our story.We’re like the restthat died to…
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Telling our tale,within our hauntingthat buried us beneathan absent sun.It hangs our neckson burning portraits,above melting candles,below tearful eyes.It hands us disgrace,dissolved from symmetryinto the many facesaround our graves.Tattering our sailsupon a creaking vesselenveloped in a storm,praying for safety.Life awaits our yearsto turn our strandsinto the color of the moon.Love held out our tears,drowning our…
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Break those wavescoming our way.They’re here to onlyprove our finality.We can keep hopingfor the same beginning.Hold back our wordsbefore they revealour lack of compliancefor the stone of reality.We’re just the sandoutside a broken hourglass,quitting the battlefieldbefore feeling our wounds.It helps that it snowsbefore we walk.We can see how wereturn when we flee.There’s no more sympathyfor…
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Bloodstreams spill more,than their warm contents.Reflections of turbulenceare conveyed in ripples.Isolation’s cursehelped us to reformatthe rules that kept usbehind closed doors.It became a dreamto hold onto,fighting to prevent fearfrom being our alarm.We began flowing,while also fallinginto constant imminence,blind to consequence.We drowned,because weforgot to breathe.We took to it,knowing that wewould come to grieve.The impossibilityof a single…
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None blend wellwith the dust,with what witherswhen a handis released.Hoarding echoes,altering chapterskeeps a soul standingon a premature,shallow grave.For one’s waterto stay under fire,they had to shoutto hide their tragedyfrom spring’s purity.For one’s fireto beat their flesh,they had to dissolveinto their streamsfrom blind eyes.A vessel must sailover rising waves,removing its anchor,approaching a light.Pain’s a seedlingto birth…
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Let your worldkneel to the signyou’ve just caughtwith one eye.Be your boldestfor this one time,leading the sun,starving the moon.The nightis your correction,your fieldto win your battle.Your lightbeholds your divinity,for the one wayto find serenity.Upkeep your constructiononce your eruptionrecedes to unending,visible growth.You’ve demandedtoo much, while beingbehind on potential.You’ve stayed afraidof your chance becomingyour last dance.
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Freeze our growth,beyond falling snow.There are grainssmaller than flakes,quicker to spreadthan ashes.Underwater,drowning sendsour reflectionto the surface.Underneath,surrender is a soft,colorless cushionwhere we sunk.Our former gardenclaims disasterto be its last palette,to be where it drawsa lack of inspiration.We were notmeant to be wherefireflies illuminate,love terminatescoming doom.A fever lights the wayfor all of our final steps,retreating from quakesinto…
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Turn to the next page,build a bridge,burn the past one.Deplete these partsof a conflict in a storywhere doubt decidesthe place of victory.I am visitinga milestonein the middleof an untamed river.I am revisingformer fatal methods,to transform sceneryfrom horrid to rigid.To communicateupon clear sentences,I must filter the momentfrom the seconds,find that best wordin a speech.
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A lesson no one learnsuntil rubble become one’ssole decoration.It hurts to crumble,to tame the stepwe both fell onto.Not either of uscame ahead,but I came closeto surrender youto starvation.No one wants this.to admit the wrongsthat beganwith a smile,a kiss.It feels foreignto burn, to grieveover what oncegave reprieve.We must be drenchedfrom a cold awakeninginto clear consciousness.We must…
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Modern Romanticism 