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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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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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I’m aware, but my eyes are closed. I cannot open them. Less than two feet from me, a woman’s soft breaths clatter together. It is my wife who cries. She’s holding my hand, squeezing it. My son is also close by. He doesn’t cry, and he doesn’t speak. Instead, he’s silent, just as he’s been…
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We’ve extended a handto a dosage of rarity.Serve us well.Let us swell.The words on our tongue,the bitterness left behindis our triumphant returnto a lasting boldness.We reside on firmest,longest wavelengths,testing the sun’sstrongest warmth.We’ve had to bandagethese burns in our trials,far from retreatinginto a cold shelter.That color of our eyes,connects to createa vivid tapestry.Our moment to shineis…
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Attached to you,there’s fallen leavesfrom crooked boughs.Linked to youbranches are frailin holding your currentfrom sweeping awaythrough time.Fire riseswhen you come upin sensing your worth,as better than the birthof your tragedy.Build, through tension,mourn, through the statewhere you’ve surrenderedto your undoing fate.Don’t bottle the flameto bury it inside.Don’t crack the shellto only leak tearsthrough its ivory.Gather your…
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It seeks the timewe spent our secondsnot dragging our feet,not living in mud.Questions smothered tonesfrom loud certainty.An answer came to eclipsemore we wanted to know.We questioned to addressour distance from anyroute to an aftermath.Questions lifted curses,kept us enthralledinside keenest interest.Upon our crossinga single footstepover a bright line,we fell silentwith the deathof our study.That final pagelifted…
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Modern Romanticism 