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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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Heavy weightsdrop like a handfulof debris,for a relieffrom winter’s lastingtyranny.I thrash,knowing I’ll liveexactly where I am.I crash,evaporating tearsthat became a storm.Walls of iceprevent me from movingwithout such spiteclinging like a parasite.My words,tossed like blank coinsinto a river.I’ve been dreamingabout what’s next.Nothing enters in,on the trainof a hundred stops.I’m a worm,hanging onto a threadwoven from fearfor…
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Open to the fogencoring our curse.We’ve blanketeda surviving stormwith our smokefrom our aftermath.Blind to vast destruction,dreaming of our stepsbeyond black decay.White mistwe devote to hope,upon a savior’s kiss.Blank pagesto rewrite our history.Denial’s chimeholding out a torchto light up a pathwaywith virgin snow.Our love,birthed to be reversedafter all our lessonswe failed to learn.Life merits a worldwe’ve…
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It deliberates,moving inside itselffrom tides to doors.You revolve arounda single secondto matter.Your chosen subtletyis exclusive for a page,the ending createdin dire secrecy.Filling in blankswith whispers,with facesyou have neverremembered,or ever seen.Repeated falsehoods,distinguishing an idealfrom what’s real.Broken wish,a misused kissfor a life not lived.Bankrupt,over teeming spoils,delivering heartbeatsto the quiet spaceof a graveyou’ve saved.
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It’s a known notionto lose motion,to hold handswith the last breathbefore coming down.We’re not beatingour chests for bruises,branding the pagesof a half-written storywith tearstainsfor insult.We’re releasingto clean up that spacewe left piled sky-highwith the dustof abandoned homes,burned photographs.Exacting a crash,letting surroundingsbecome vaporafter our breathsstart to whisperwhat we yelled.It’s a diseasebecoming a needto pull life’s hornsonto…
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You don’t waitfor minutes to becomethe hours to endure,because you blinkto hide a cry.You wait for an instantto arrive, to surviveone more speckin your eyes.Falling like ashfrom a burning towerto call home.A lighthouse waitswith flickering beaconfor you to awake.In the fire, you believeyou are at peace,covering scars with dust,the dark cloudswith the white-outof resignation.These seconds…
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Thin sheetcovered dark patchesof collected irony.Our bloodhas been boilingour time away.Timeless noose,death the sole honestyafter words were provento have beenunripened,immature.Promises fell apartafter leavingonce stellar hearts.Ears rang through tearsfalling from oncemerciful eyes.Now we hangin the hazeof our rage,dipping hands inthe stinging flood,bathing whole bodiesin bubbling soil.The answerto our canceris to accept the raindriving our heartsinto ruin.
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It is the worldwe terminate,while we isolateour disconnected,internal beings.It is this spacewe designateto a constant rush,a gathering floodfor many buds.Our smilesdefeat secrets.Our hopesdissolve turmoil.Our faithdiminishes doubt.We’ll revisit thisduring days of dark,deciding what comes afterwe’ve let go of the rest.We’ve been yearningfor this muchto hold within handsonce dragged in the dirt.
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It wraps around,thorned vineson the approachin their hidden,unreleased reproach.It parallelsyour voiced disinterestfor the excruciationyou close doors to.It teemson the rushing watersof your forgotten void,blissful for life.It reigns inyour wilting needfor a remedy.It buries backany hope, any hintto be inconsistent.It’s your adorationfor how misfortune favorshurrying across scarsto retract your signaturesyou once drewto decide your resignation.It’s a…
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Be stillwith your beating heartthat grows silent,in the momentswe both steal,we both condemndeep underself-made rivers.Be blessed,while we dragwith a burning ropethe final secondsfor your lipsto absorb.We’ve desolatedour devotiontowards this resolution,to end up denyinga common right,to be beyond the hoursdefining unsolvablelimitations.We’re appreciativeof what we can capturelike a fireflyinside a glass shard,like a profound reflectionwithin a puddle.You…
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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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Modern Romanticism 