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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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Flood the surface.Filter your sighton what you see.Damage your bodyin every overtone.There’s only so muchyou’re able to scratch,replacing one colorwith the next match.Eyes not on the prize,you step out a circleyou’ve drawn from yourdream of perfection.Why do you sleepwith snakes in your bed?Those faces are dark,depending on your submissionto their false light.Another detail leaked,gliding further…
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For days I’ve dreamed,until the nights I’ve weptfor hope that never leavesthis crawlspace,where I lingeramong dead leaves.From faces I revisitin rewinding thoughts,I fail to bloomwith their weightson my back.There’s this single stepto take, before the fall,before the mergefrom black into white.There’s depth to submit to,to plunge my form into,to bring a chapter to a close,a…
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Respect your historywhile it’s burningwith pages in an uproar.Your environmentshows what time it is,on charred lands.You’ve disabled yourselfin your walk ahead,dragging a cross.You’re little morethan a dying starin this endless night.Forge your reflectionfrom a melted shoreline.Tear out your opportunityfrom thinning purpose.Breathe in the smokethat trails like curtains.What’s more for you to hide,while you go grayin…
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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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