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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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Pour withinyour overdue epiphanythat sparks a lighton a non-existent night. All you imagineis what you revere,disabling joyin your contests. Bring inside,from a passing traina cure to absorb,bitterness to evictyour beloved sickness. What haven’t younot dreamed of,while kneeling in dirt,stricken with hurt? Run with screaming winds,telling your historyto those who listen. Race within time’s flowto let…
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A cold flowcan be the one thingto dry these eyes.I’ll get back to seeingmy initial deprivation,to divorce from sanityas a grave game. I am shoutingfrom the bottomof a cliff,rebounding desperationagainst desperation. There are favorsI won’t returnonce the lights go out,in the act of waiting. There are statesI won’t revisit,preferring to reinforcea soundproof shelter. No one…
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Painful burialfor a second timethrowing me into you,hoping to benear to you,merged withinthe grains. A futile attempthas me coming back upto see the sunlight,an orb that blinds,burns me to dislikeneeding to livein disconnection. I just entera shroud,your ghost,my storyflipping throughcountless pagesto see what Imight not know. I just tripover invisible wires,carrying a sentencedecided of a…
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When you fall,let yourself gowith the leaves,when you leavein your autumnaldiscoloring. It’s the tragedyplayed outlike a symphonyfor a pale-blue oceanto decidefor you. It’s the weatherdisguising Heaven,flooding Hellfor vain relief. Run with the deadwho’ve run from life,escaping in an eternityof disbelief. An echoing cursereturns to remind youof what you didin reverse. It’s an idea,it’s all seamless,connecting…
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When we’ve held hands,crying about our birthinto painful seconds,we’ve often failed to deliveron a single choice. To be here,reunited within waves,fabric that glistensover our carved out,renewed bodies. This time,we’re getting there,devoting our minutesto the momentsin a second chance. To be everywhere,not disguised to forgetwhy we’re strongenough to surrenderto the steps. Life’s faced a nightmarethat looked…
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It’s built to belike a shelterfor one,to shield from rain,from the noisecarried on the wind’sinfinite arms. Be welcomedinto the earth’smeasureless depth,its moldable darkness,beneath where facesfeed youtheir residue. Our teardropsare more like melted snow,instead of the rainfrom dark clouds. Your responseto our cold sadnesscomes as a memoryentwined in minds. These times are bornfrom the frost,from phantomsthat…
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It startsas abrupt admittancein a sweet estrangementfrom internal wartime,as I didn’t wantto rebuild the bridgeI kept collapsing. My face reviews itselfin puddles from the past,a reflectionfor bold consideration,to drown the moonafter a noosehas hung it low. I must accompanythe clean sunlightwashing my hands,while under the limelightof modification. I’m making changesfor this constant whirlwindto move me,upon…
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It moves withinyour echoing daylike smooth ripples, hoping to reacha long shoreline. You swim beneatha frozen lake,anticipating one morningto melt your shieldinto fractures. You teach a stormto keep braving you,telling it at nightthere’s nothing morethan to be alright. But you’re quiveringin your concealment,dripping blackonto a white page. Dissolving into vaporlet loose from your lungs,finalizing a…
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Frozen facespledged the wayfor the desertionof lingering sunsets,rebuilding an empirefar from dismay. There are statesto curse,as there are feelingsto disperse. There’s a bridgeunder a single inchof fresh snow. A survivor’s lefta lone roadfor another to followfor graceful steps,for this pullfor ancient symmetry. There is neveran exact amountof fortitudeto raise upon stable legs. Hope acts as…
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Command it,the time in between,to cease, to even departfrom its arrivalto heal the cutslining your arms. You’ve writtenyour cursed nameabove each one,hoping to negotiatea peacedealwith the devil. You’ve been denyingthe bitter flavorpouring from your heart,melting with the stingyou call sweet. Rows of ceremonyfor your safetyamong running waters,burned to be red,dressed to be white. You’re stickingwith…
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Within a warningwhere teardrops are black,a face is wearingits isolation,its merged yearsoutside-in. This is where I’ve died,hoping to go back,meaning to move on. This is where fearescalates,where pain becomesan idol to worship. I’m a dream awayfrom endingthis unwanted nightmare. But I’m yoursto lead me alonginto your doom. Triumph in yourmalevolent tragedy.An anchorhas brought us lowwhen…
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It wasn’t what Ikept running from,knowing there were starseven in their output. I held out fingerslike candles to be lit,breathing smokefrom lungs long burned. Neptune has a wayof drowning me,just as it crowns methe king of my ocean. I held out a hopethat ended up smotheredby fervent repetition,the waves of yesterday. Velvet waterssurrounded my feet,echoing…
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Modern Romanticism 