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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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During that night,we lost our rightto be fair,to linger whereour faces freeze,our hearts dance.Recalling it,there’s a roadwhere bitternesstook the fast laneto embed pain.A solid stepout the same doorbrought usto the same placewe never left.Crippled by insecurityfor the turnwe never took.By risking it,in the moment,we already lost it.A criminal’s historycreates a packageof lifelong agony.We were shootingfor…
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Our promisesgo togetherinto disarray.These parts,our empireare all faulted.What excuseto make here?We are countingour remaining secondsas fluid as the rainfrom our hearts.It’s been a tight knot,in calling doubtsan inconvenience.Not once, did we seewhat we weren’t meant for,with our headsburied in the reflectionwe hoped to be.It’s now our fortuneto view our painas building materials.Under the sun,we were…
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Outside from pure fantasy,you’re a ripening fruitmeant for harsh reality.All times you denya throne for yourexquisite pain,are times I come byto remind youof your epiphany.Let your eyes survivethese glittering nights.Memorize those secondsyou’re here to admireyour reflectionin fragile glass.Let your limbs eruptfrom your spot of safety.You were meant formore than youwill abhor.There’s anguish in all gifts,a…
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Don’t attempt to devoteany lingering appetiteto this curseof love, of what we’ll saywe just want.Pain is the lost ingredienttelling us cut offthis flooded timeline.We tried.But less than that,we driedtears of bitterness,while our hearts fledfar from a scornful sun.We stilled our mindsfor mere seconds.We told our bodiesit was for a lifetime.We’re left to unravelall we had…
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Sweeping awayrubble from our dreams,fire from our streamsled us to dissolveour awareness.The burning bushhad our wise demons,that we forsook,calling them negative spaceto overlook.We began seeing less,sleeping to isolatea balanced breathing rate.We stopped holding on,drifting into the undertowwhere we laid low.Failing to embracethe wild stormcaused us to be torninto separate stories.Fearing to heedthe rapid heartbeats,slowed us…
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I’m aware, but my eyes are closed. I cannot open them. Less than two feet from me, a woman’s soft breaths clatter together. It is my wife who cries. She’s holding my hand, squeezing it. My son is also close by. He doesn’t cry, and he doesn’t speak. Instead, he’s silent, just as he’s been…
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We’ve extended a handto a dosage of rarity.Serve us well.Let us swell.The words on our tongue,the bitterness left behindis our triumphant returnto a lasting boldness.We reside on firmest,longest wavelengths,testing the sun’sstrongest warmth.We’ve had to bandagethese burns in our trials,far from retreatinginto a cold shelter.That color of our eyes,connects to createa vivid tapestry.Our moment to shineis…
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Attached to you,there’s fallen leavesfrom crooked boughs.Linked to youbranches are frailin holding your currentfrom sweeping awaythrough time.Fire riseswhen you come upin sensing your worth,as better than the birthof your tragedy.Build, through tension,mourn, through the statewhere you’ve surrenderedto your undoing fate.Don’t bottle the flameto bury it inside.Don’t crack the shellto only leak tearsthrough its ivory.Gather your…
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It seeks the timewe spent our secondsnot dragging our feet,not living in mud.Questions smothered tonesfrom loud certainty.An answer came to eclipsemore we wanted to know.We questioned to addressour distance from anyroute to an aftermath.Questions lifted curses,kept us enthralledinside keenest interest.Upon our crossinga single footstepover a bright line,we fell silentwith the deathof our study.That final pagelifted…
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Our entire empirehad its long run,with tears at its feet,with our bodies coveredin fallen snow.Finally. The spell endedits incomplete phase.We carefully move awayinto another timeline,where words won’t beprayers for our fight.Submission helpsto see the sunset.Failure aidsthe mind’s recognitionof the evidenceit can abandon.We’ve split the road,the same with the bill,the price to payto be on our…
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This story from ourmulti-colored historyrepresents the commitmentof our crime,of our time.We escaped a prisonour heart had builtfor us to remaincontent, confined.We despaired for relief,even for a secondto see the reason whywe entered to belong.In love, we shoutedfor Heaven to hear us,whenever we weresmothered inside.In life, we learnedwhat loneliness hasto echo onto us,to anticipate with us.Surrounded…
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I recount those timeswe could see,we were believingthat our smilesgrew from fragrancenot of our sores,not of our exhaustion.This time, we grieveover these pieceswe give awayto those who’ll tryharder than us.This time, we disbelievein all that went right,dragging our namethrough the mireof our miles.If such bitter tearscould refrain our tragedyfrom being our grace,what can we be?What’ll…
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Modern Romanticism 