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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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Why do we fallfor leftover ruin?Why did we fallwithout stopping?It’s a nest,a share of a mother’sskeletal arms.We both breakinto crystal fragments,like the mirrorwe can’t repair.It’s the past,like it’s the present,for we’re giftedwith words of historyon turning pages,repeated stages.We’re like soldierswho scream,until no onebesides deathcomes to our rescue.We’re disguisedunder countless stars,facing a fading dayupon the reflectionof…
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Repeat what you saidin the wildernessof your choosing.You cared not forwhat we’ve uncoveredof our hearts, ablaze.I’m the last petalto fall from your tree,moving on to winter,while you crawlwith leaves you rewaterfrom a downpourof fresh tears.You’re desperatein your trembling graspof spring’s green,jumping repeatedlyinto hope’s well.I had never beenyour missing piece.I remain as anotherspeck of ash to…
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Waves crash down,through your violet,flooding humanity.It radiates the world overin the severityof your shudders,after I’ve dug deepuntil it does morethan simply seep.You’ll describe it,whether under water,or enveloped in fire.You’ll providethe truths you’re unableto forever hide.Your letters go beyondthe letters in an alphabet,while your spoken,unmistakable dialoguetransfers listeners into never scream,to not whisper.I’ve torn your skin,to make…
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It’s your understandingthat a colorful shellfrom a stranded shorelinereplaces your former,deserving hometo be in the corner.You’ve long vowedto keep darknessstretching for miles.It’s a tumor,a sickness you loveto endure.Outside, you’re naked,while on the insideyou’re buried in curtainsas black as the rainexiting your eyes.Like the world,I can see everythingyou’re aiming to undo,dissolving your fleshin one step awayfrom…
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Beneath skin,there’s this sin,there’s this deprivationunmended with time,because of myconstant instigation.When I walk,I’m borrowing morethan I can bring backto resolve the cost,to balance loss.When I run,it’s always a retreatto distant storms,of flashing thunderbreaking horizons.I’m crawlinglike an infant,crying to be reborn,for this lifeheld onto the strifethat’s liquified.The thought ofdropping weightsfeels like breaking glassat a pair of…
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You’ve devised this remedyout of anticipation,dreading revision,damning abruption.Backwards you go,while you look forwardat falling snow.You entertain one morefutile secondto sense if stardustis what descends,bathing your footprintsin bright sheen.It’s your methodto keep awayyour torch.You dropped iton the steps ahead,endangering hope.All this, you allowbefore your mirror of ice,blending life with death,dreading your fleshfor what it could be,under…
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I’ve been trackingyour heartbeats,your skipsover your preferredpath to flipyour agencyinto secrecy.It’s nothing but ashthat you’re scatteringto avoid a soft breath,to go deafto an accurate guess.I’ve built a towerat your road,the tunnel’s end,holding a great hearthof light in an evening.You’ve been challenginga kind of candorof open expressionto a love that shoutsin the wind.It will anchor youin…
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We were the nailsfor our coffins,each one a fingerthat never loosened,that kept digginginto a scornfulsentencing.We ignored for mileswhat we eventuallywoke up to see,that it was our endless,misleading journeyturned into reality.The waves of doubt,the ocean of despair,the clouds of ivoryturning dark,come morning.The buildingsmade of copper leaves,the faces burning holesfrom a flaming starewere like ghosts to dismiss.We…
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Putting togethereach scattered shard,letting a puzzle becomethe smooth reflection.The taste of our flesh,echoing upon dull thudsafter we fall.The marble of our forms,tied to be motionless,to be taught.We appreciate the mightof a flower,through its growth,upon the whiffof fragrance, in the heatof our retreat.Inside each other,like buried secrets,dressed in rain.This garden will burn,these moments will turninto vague…
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Somewhere, you’re swellingfrom under your eyes,letting graces go with the stars,eclipsing your sunwith the moonyou hang high.You’re drinking tears.Nothing quenches you,because your resolveis more fertilethan the road you walk.To take the token,to take the train ride,you’ll have to rebreakthe woundyou’ve left alone.You’ll need to bleed,to flood your damp world,the one you can’t abandonto the light.Your…
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Caught up in ourisolation, plain with ouranticipation. There’s a roseto burn, to turn intoanother reminderof what dressed usfor this place.The one facethat captured ourstrangulation.Deprived of air,we kissed the poisonous,resolving vapor.Blended with rapids,the white curtainunder our feet,we gave in, upon a timewhen sand wasreused moments.For we ended upon a glistening shore,blinded fron lightwe thought was for…
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I sever disconnectionto bring backan invisible lineto surge me.I surrender the shellI’ve called home,forgetting the echoesthat kept me ashore.Here comes a shiplost without its lighthouse,hoping to find shelterin the presence of another.Just as lost,just as wantingof a face to funnela reflection through.It becomes unchangingeven in the fall,even among the leavesof autumn’s age.Were we dreaming thisbefore…
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Modern Romanticism 