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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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Swimming withthe current,the present strainof your days,taking off withone more excuseto escape.It’s the lightyou hide from,burrowed in,borrowing fromformer examples,regardless of chaos,the thunder,the wind.A clock chimes,telling you to get offthe single stopyou recognizeis what tells you to stopmoving forward.Your mouth,it spitsonto ripe fruit,while your glare,it scornswhat can come after.For whispers,they’re too delicateto ever matter,to simplify.They’re prayers,uttered…
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At a price,for a reward,disbelief has remainedyour flavor of rainto swallow.If it helps you,you could hold backyour handsfrom going backto that day.Your sessionsin fleeing to the pastpositions tormenttowards a bitter end.Your smileshave been undeserved,leveraging your fortune,justifying a story.On a road,treading water,desperate to not drownunder your comfort,while it still pullsyour reflection under.On a river,as black as…
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I’ve come toconfess what I knowup to now.You’re the perfectedge of myimperfect circle.Outside, a worldrains and thunders.Within, some of our gardenwilts its former colors.There are stops to maketo be reminded of whywe remain floating.I don’t love to denywhy I’ve cried,acknowledging that a rope,invisible, even burning,has held us close.A fragile ecosystem,our chamber,what we call homeor what…
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Following trailsof smoke, from firesturning a soulinto black coal.It’s a side effectof what tormentleft me wanderingwithout aim.It’s the light,the dead dreamtelling a storyfrom a fractured time.Fallen for good,without realizingwhat is goodfr another step,dragging the floodmere feet behind.Holding in breath,making love with death,confusing loud lightningwith hope,with connectionto resurrection.I’m hardenedwith the stoneI wear for a face,I bring…
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Melt the snowfrom frozen fingers.Calm a lake,for symmetrical,revealing reflections.I’ve been believingsince the momentwhen we clashed,since we first erupted,with a pieced togethersmile from Heaven.I’ve been hopingthe tears won’t sweepour bodies in their rushto fall to our feet.If we kiss again,will we hold the momentby our heartstrings,by what rhythm brings?Life has drenched usin bitter fluids,while love has…
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It’s a recurrence,this standing devoutnature of being withinyour shattered mind.I’m hearing your hurt,hating myselffor what I can’t cure.I’m breathing inrawest vaporof your calamity.Ashes against meare burningonly on the outside.To this, you hopeyour pain to subside.For this, you expectthe other shoe to drop.From white,back into black,my growing feverwas my sole wayto bring myself awayfrom being a…
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Beneathlayers of thickening,broadening fog,there’s still the sequenceof mutual want.We’re meant to seea reflection on onelong-deserted sea.We’re meant to believein the value of our ache,to prevent heartbreak.Mounds of earth,droplets from cloudsare calling us out.We’ve been drifting close,hanging onto air,wilting in despair.There’s much to makefrom the rawestof isolated ingredients.We need to recognize themto decide their place,to build…
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Wash the platewhere you’ve been eatingyour spoiled words.We see rotten declarations,futile undertones.You have an eye for dust,for sadness carved from rust.Hanging there,with emptied hands.There wasn’t evena mere semblanceof substance.Telling yourself to breathebefore a broken mirror.You hear your rushes,before they’re releasedfrom dried lips.Falling through cracks,leaving behind tracksfor grace’s gameto keep you tame.You make the wish,having another…
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Quickened fallof dropletsfrom a pair of winter’sagonized eyes.Kisses are manyfor lips, tasting bloodof what we’ve cutfrom within.A tongueflapping in gusts.Profanities flowingto match life’snonstop race.Two hearts knowwhat time isn’t leftfor us to go,for us to danceto the melodyof quiet.There’s a stormthat remembers us,knows whywe’ve been bleedingfrom a source,one that’s on coursefor permanence.
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It’s about burningto leave a trail,to scatter onto fieldsremains of yesterday’sunsteady ways.I hope to be cleansedupon rejuvenated,anticipated effort.I despise when I halt,before knowing ifthis is the end.It’s about turninginto the worstof what rain lets in,drowning to beone broken reflection.I hope to know whyI was left behind to die,to set with the sun.I’m deafenedto the screams…
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Inhibitionturns our impulsesonto themselves,these inborn urgeshaving no placeon the expectationof tomorrow.Blank canvasesfilled with ripened color,decorations givento plain rooms,under a pulse’s powera chime in the wind,of hearts to hold.Wrapped in musicas the messageof valued patienceforms a broad discoveryof who we werebeneath layers,to craft a center.We’re anticipatingeverything to continue,fixing leaks,replacing the graywith vibrant hues,to be renewed.We’re handling…
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Faint trillturns into winter’styrannical chill,once you come backexpecting paradiseto be dumpedin your lap.Over me,your streams leak,as you bite on the lipsI once kissed,I once heard wereof promises kept.You once saidyou were notgoing to ever letthe tidesbe to your worship.But you hold onwith hands that burnfor this tensionto rise higher.Is there not a dropof anythingnot in…
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Modern Romanticism 