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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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Above ashes,we return to form,bathing in colorswe forgot. Our kisses,always deepfor our hearts,always simplethe moment we softenour hold on its strings. Safe in connection,letting waters we oncecalled an enemypass our standing presence. There’s something eternalabout what we deliverto our bodies,from our dreams. Burdens run byon their ephemeralcourse into a drain,unable tostop where our feetare concentrated.…
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Tears can fallfor so longto fill up gapswe were to reign in,to hear our heartbeatsup close and personal. It’s a momentto decidewhat to reviseon a pagewhere we pledgeda storm to fill outall the spaces. A time has cometo rebuildon a drained sea,from a dried facewithout a traceof what once diedon the inside. Bringing the piecesto…
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Weakening evidenceoften supportsyour lack of a trueexcuseto be there. Don’t apologizefor what hasended already. Don’t surviveon scraps,for you are morethan what will end upat the bottom. You’ve built this liewithout realizingthe meaningbehind your heartbeat. You’ve burned your bridgewithout knowingthat it was headingbeyond Heaven. Step backto see this disguiseyou have letbe the backwards approachto a golden…
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Over again,calm waterslet us cross into a fieldwhere we raiseda rotting refugewith a loose knot,before a feverburned it down. We can’t keepcoming around,to keep tryingwhen our cold handsare alwayswet with tears. To keep breaking downtakes us pastour limits, more than once.We will neverbe able to see the sun,until that knotdivides intothe best of oursymmetry. Into…
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Remind me.Which directionwere youmeant to go? High up,perched like a crowon your vessel,you’ve caught no lightin those dark eyes. Tears are notdistinguishablefrom the rain,falling with you,as you repeatthe words. The reasonyou’re in pain.The spaceyou devote your dreamsto an unending nightmarehas collapsedyour vision. What remedycan heal such grave,undressed woundsflooding your tombbefore you’ve entered it? What fieldwill…
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Black curtainswere the lastarticle of our clothingto burn. Though, theyretainedthe same discoloration.A hundred flakes,a trail of smoke,they became. One blank pageinvites usto walk, to dine,to leave behindfootsteps that showwandering souls. One wavefrom an invisible hand,will let us dream,guiding us ontoa sincere riverto a calm ocean. Rebuilding a bridge,made possibleas a morning’s sunriselets us seewhat to…
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Borders,a fortress of ruintells the timefor you, while youlet the white of winterguide your footsteps. Pieces of icereflect your history’searthen depravity. For you area single inch awayfrom filling a grave. You breathe,while you don’t knowwhy your lipsare open. You speak,pillaging meaningfrom the scarsadorning your heart. For fatalism,you struggle onwith a mindsetthat desertsyour future’s lightfor the…
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Afterall,the endingdidn’t comelike what weexpected. Devising our symmetryto outlast distortion,feeling how wetrembled in lightof moving foundations. Our love died,mixed in with starlight.An empire,constricted to loseits breath. Up to death,we fell apart in ourlisted sequences,revising nothing while webroke everything. Tragic consequencefrom a timeinhaling the smoke,from a burning shelter. Our tearswon’t put outsuch flames. They’ll be the…
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What were we,while holding handswith our scars? A challenged surrenderdrops our teardropsto flood a plain,to multiplyour stains. Indifference differsa state of stabilityfrom this paralyzing walkover an edgeinto a river. We’ve been lastingjust to keep driftingwith tattered sails,towards embittered defeat,consoling deceit. Coming to care,coming to sharea prayerto the starshad us kneelingon broken knees. We were too…
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Colorful security.Green to your pastures,ice to your throatthat breathes inthe waterwhere you float,whenever you don’tever sink. Do you thinksuch sadness can thrive?That you can surviveif you’re simplyon the brink? You bloom petalsfrom a thousand cutson just two arms,depriving your heartfrom acute joy. It cannot be broughtto you, for youto recede to becomingsymptomless. Life is forever…
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The closest tieput togetherdrowns,without a sound. Without a clash,without a traceto link backto fertile residue,I’m left with a gash,a looted stash. Nothing screamsunder this tide,while I’m followingpale ghoststo their sacred,harmonioushighway. I nourish meback to children’sdeafening laughter,bled from thin,dark-blue veins. I rekindle meover to a sunriseI must have missed,while revisitingan eternal storm. Morning is the callback…
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Pour withinyour overdue epiphanythat sparks a lighton a non-existent night. All you imagineis what you revere,disabling joyin your contests. Bring inside,from a passing traina cure to absorb,bitterness to evictyour beloved sickness. What haven’t younot dreamed of,while kneeling in dirt,stricken with hurt? Run with screaming winds,telling your historyto those who listen. Race within time’s flowto let…
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Modern Romanticism 