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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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Hope stirsin who you’ve seen,lacking their imagerythat the world treatsas invisible children,dressed in white. To you,they’ve surrendered,just as youenter their sceneryto fill their riverswith contentsfrom broken dams. You’re weepingtheir overdue tears,raining through their rest,or when they’re awareof their breath. You’re their piecesto rebuild,with hands that bleed,with a face that smilesfor someone unseen. But what you…
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There are scars,the evidence of usfalling apart. There are pieces,leftover from whenwe wanted this. We were buriedunder repeated words,unending rain,our excuses to separatethat first kissfrom the final twist. We were too securein our wounds,idling while we bledto see if our bodies,at their melting point,can be a guide. What falls from Heavenis a slice of ourunkind…
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Once deprivedof what there isto redo. Once survived,only with brittle flakesin your grasp. It’s that momentto rethink illusions,to untiethe paralysesfrom heartstrings. Come quietthrough the thunder,dropping wallsthat kept you crawlingalways under. Come abovewhere sunlight flourishes,where angel wingsrain down seedsto swell the spring. Homebound,where streams are fabricfor your isolated,vulnerable shell,you’ll be redeemedright on time.
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Trapped in somethingmore spontaneous,than what endedin heartbeatsafter a heartbeat. Fingers tremble,a face swellsinto a state of symphonywhere sadness eliminatesbetter execution. I’m become eclipsedfrom a strange placeto a stranger world. I’ve become entangledin bedsheets,stained in claw marks. Having to burywhat I can’t bring upwith words that sputteras leftover fuelfor a life that resistsinspection. Under an oceanic…
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Present those eyesglowing from starlight,drowning inthermal remorse,celestial anticipationfrom the anchorsyou’ve had to drop. Tears fall downlike weightsfrom slumped shoulders.A cradle for your heart,an age for your daymoves youwith your debris. Over earthen waters.Beneath, where a signalflashes for the faceof an incomplete lifetime,you are hurting. Beyond these limits.A horizon burnsan angelic serenityfor your commitmentto a long…
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Above ashes,we return to form,bathing in colorswe forgot. Our kisses,always deepfor our hearts,always simplethe moment we softenour hold on its strings. Safe in connection,letting waters we oncecalled an enemypass our standing presence. There’s something eternalabout what we deliverto our bodies,from our dreams. Burdens run byon their ephemeralcourse into a drain,unable tostop where our feetare concentrated.…
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Tears can fallfor so longto fill up gapswe were to reign in,to hear our heartbeatsup close and personal. It’s a momentto decidewhat to reviseon a pagewhere we pledgeda storm to fill outall the spaces. A time has cometo rebuildon a drained sea,from a dried facewithout a traceof what once diedon the inside. Bringing the piecesto…
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Weakening evidenceoften supportsyour lack of a trueexcuseto be there. Don’t apologizefor what hasended already. Don’t surviveon scraps,for you are morethan what will end upat the bottom. You’ve built this liewithout realizingthe meaningbehind your heartbeat. You’ve burned your bridgewithout knowingthat it was headingbeyond Heaven. Step backto see this disguiseyou have letbe the backwards approachto a golden…
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Over again,calm waterslet us cross into a fieldwhere we raiseda rotting refugewith a loose knot,before a feverburned it down. We can’t keepcoming around,to keep tryingwhen our cold handsare alwayswet with tears. To keep breaking downtakes us pastour limits, more than once.We will neverbe able to see the sun,until that knotdivides intothe best of oursymmetry. Into…
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Remind me.Which directionwere youmeant to go? High up,perched like a crowon your vessel,you’ve caught no lightin those dark eyes. Tears are notdistinguishablefrom the rain,falling with you,as you repeatthe words. The reasonyou’re in pain.The spaceyou devote your dreamsto an unending nightmarehas collapsedyour vision. What remedycan heal such grave,undressed woundsflooding your tombbefore you’ve entered it? What fieldwill…
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Black curtainswere the lastarticle of our clothingto burn. Though, theyretainedthe same discoloration.A hundred flakes,a trail of smoke,they became. One blank pageinvites usto walk, to dine,to leave behindfootsteps that showwandering souls. One wavefrom an invisible hand,will let us dream,guiding us ontoa sincere riverto a calm ocean. Rebuilding a bridge,made possibleas a morning’s sunriselets us seewhat to…
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Borders,a fortress of ruintells the timefor you, while youlet the white of winterguide your footsteps. Pieces of icereflect your history’searthen depravity. For you area single inch awayfrom filling a grave. You breathe,while you don’t knowwhy your lipsare open. You speak,pillaging meaningfrom the scarsadorning your heart. For fatalism,you struggle onwith a mindsetthat desertsyour future’s lightfor the…
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Modern Romanticism 