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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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Turn to the next page,build a bridge,burn the past one.Deplete these partsof a conflict in a storywhere doubt decidesthe place of victory.I am visitinga milestonein the middleof an untamed river.I am revisingformer fatal methods,to transform sceneryfrom horrid to rigid.To communicateupon clear sentences,I must filter the momentfrom the seconds,find that best wordin a speech.
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A lesson no one learnsuntil rubble become one’ssole decoration.It hurts to crumble,to tame the stepwe both fell onto.Not either of uscame ahead,but I came closeto surrender youto starvation.No one wants this.to admit the wrongsthat beganwith a smile,a kiss.It feels foreignto burn, to grieveover what oncegave reprieve.We must be drenchedfrom a cold awakeninginto clear consciousness.We must…
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There’s a lightwe must favor,diving in too fast,swimming in shallowsto hold a heartbeat.Subscribe allto our measurement.Bury our thoughtsin our field of flesh.Burning what diedin another lifetime,revisiting how we defythere’s more to this.Fishing for fate,answering our takeon permanencecomes with downfall.We know what webreathe in, to release.We promise to return,but not to commit.Around us, this worldhas too…
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Moderation in all things,including us.We had no barriers,during our merge,into sweet flavor.Our eyes relocatebitter sensibility.It wasn’t denied.Even worse,it was refuted.Tragedy’s tearsforce a direction,in their flow.Come each other’sdifferent reflection,we will drink.A lake is an ocean,a storm is an apocalypseuntil we know whywe had to cry.
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What disallowsthis open heartfrom closing?Have I notbreathed enoughwhile astir?When will Idiscover a remedyamid anotherdying day?Pain paintsmy tired complexionin resounding darkness.When can Ising without wailingin infinite nights?Come the morning,I am buried in snow.I grieve,quilted in quiversalong isolated flesh.Come the lightfrom a desaturated sun,I am burninginside this pale rushof a winter resolution.
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A badge of your tragedyhangs like an ornament,or a life for dear life,blending in with the restof your desperation.You hold inwhat you hold back,going in reverse,retreating from the battleyou’re commanding.You’re blindto such resultsof your motions,bottling in an ocean,blocking rivers.I can see it,just as you feel itbecause it stains youin spots of black ink,leaving you spilled.Fire…
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It was a drop into circuitrythat ended our connection,burned our wires,continued our storm.Panic was irreversible,but did we know when?It became a heartbeattoo many to recountto revitalize our surgein the pure streams.Pain is relatable,but do we know why?We’re going on,depleted of our formernature of beginnings.We’ve buried our mindsin timeless earth,set fire to our fleshto unite with…
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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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