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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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It’s a nightmareof common conclusion,telling storieswithout a stable circleof smooth stones.It’s a seriesof poignant ineptitude,dissolving contrastinto conflicting,restricting similarities.Once the sunlighthas an end within sight,we’re blind with the smoke,shedding tearsfrom stinging eyes.Once the painreplaces what’s rightto be living with,we’re just journeyinginside death’s reach.Its stark valuefrom the methodof direct disassemblyof our anatomyhas us floatingupon bitter streams,chaotic dreams.
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Nothing more fertileabout the iron dust,to end the rapid floodof nourishing blood,to carve a quiet complexionin the smallest of seas.Connection had beenour infection,a deceptive serenade.Light had been reused,becoming just moonlightafter each excuse.We’ve drownedunder an inch deep,of careless considerationof who we werewhen alone.An isolated puddlereflected historyof lost pagesof bold words.We weren’t ashamedto admit we died,releasing our…
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Winter’s personal firefrom its numbing touchonce left a mark.Since your departure,I’ve counted the remainingflakes of falling snow.Before springtimeever arrives,I wish to rememberthe one callthat saved mefrom the fall.I wish to revisitthat internal storm,tracing your veinslike lightning,like burning branchesin the overgrowth.I want to see whyI needed shelter,before the warmthstarts to steer mywandering mindfrom its need.There’s an…
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Laid out,like unsent letters,the words hurtingas long as theyaim to be.Your tongueshoots for honesty.Your starscome backto restart wars.Your Heavenis but a cold driftamong a skyline’sexploration.You’re revisingyour truest feelings,cutting them upto leave behindthe debris of petals,as dark as the trail.You disregardthe snowjust as easilyas the dustfalling fromyour tearful eyes.You freeze the rainwith the time,with the reflectionsof…
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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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Modern Romanticism 