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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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You’ve been drenchingyour outstretched handsin damp soil,inside those spotsyou devote your toilto the stormsthat follow.For fallen rain,for crytallized leavesrozen without winterto leave its white,drawn-out immaculacyfor you to ruin.You transfer pain,from yesterday’s eveningfor tomorrow’s morningyou pledge safetyto sorrow.Lights on a roadgo out from your breathsexpelled from a pairof rotting lips.When will you fuelthe better heatfrom within…
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Disappear throughripples upon twin curtains,entering death’scradling arms for yourtired head.For what else can I doto ease the sufferingprolonged pasttomorrow’s hope?A burning ropehas found its graspon one last breath,endangering a second.A final heartbeatreturns its echo,reminded meof how far you’ll goto live, to win.You can flywhen your wingsrepair from being clipped,entering a cold void,leaving me behindto figure…
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There deepensthe depth, due toa lone tricklefrom two veins,from cold dropletssoaring from cuts,on purposeless smiles.I wait to know whywe had to surrenderto refuse lovefor its sacred remedyfor our tragic,persistent travesty.Life has been our sore,death has remainedour loudest calling.Darkness is nothingwhen through funerals,we’ve kept confiding.Needed burialfor brittle bones,once closed aroundtwo aching bodies.Now we’re trappedbecause of time’s…
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Rain with mea blessing we bothcan retrievefrom its neutral status,with our devoted hearts,our stable hands.We can exhumewhat we repressed,delivering our petalsto open lips.We can dreamour oceans combined,bring in the wavesover naked shores.Light is notour devouring enemyas it restson our shoulders.We’ve suffered enoughto not wish to resistits teeming presence.Sickness is the flutterin our abdomens,the music that…
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A punished simplicityfor being trueduring timeswhen a candlehad to die.I’m counting edgesI’ve brought infrom an oceanI’ve had to navigatebefore it was too lateto be reborn.Smiling without sincerityis the weight I releasedlike an anchorfrom a rotting ship,from a repeated,deserved nightmare.Deep in the sleepof reviewed heartbeats,I’m looking througha looking glass.I’m dreamingof what I’m conceivingwithout such a curseto…
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Rowing through windsthat drive onward vesselsthat bleed heaviest.Growing among shapesshrinking in tensionsinto their first dimension.A line demandsa signature,a uniform commitment,a submission,not a rewriteto what didn’t exist.I cannot liewhile teardrops fallto meet solid earthwhere I burieda wounded heart.I cannot strivefor more this waywhile faces scorn me,under the sun.I cannot thrivethrough this thunderthat disconnectswhen it disappears.Autumn leaveshave…
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Ten fingerscontinue their pushin their perspectiveof what’s warm,what fuels fireto keep burning.Two minds,two halves of a heartbound into unityoverlap into eternity.We’ve loved,starving for tomorrowto cure our sorrowinto poignancy.Raining tressesdecorate your art,your divine bodyas a sculpture of snow.Glimmering eyescapture all around us,send me an invitationto accept your song.I’ll drink your presencelike a wine,dancing to the tunepresenting…
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Private contemplationof past exchanges,while a heart stays lostdown alleys,where a voice has costprecise deliberation.I forage formissing words,casting dark glancesonto highlighted,shifting spaces.I salvage shadowsfrom secretsonce hidden awayto never betraywhat I once sparked.There are onlyfaint twitches of life,frail whispersspeaking of howI’ve forsaken mercy.There is justthis time in denial,in loud defeat,in silent retreattoward the backwhere ashesare piled high.
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Deprived of what Ilet loose, let becomerapids for mystagnant side.All frozen,bleakness in a puddlereflecting a skyturned gray.All brokenwith pieces I missfrom gatheringflung stones.Teardrops fell from me,a clock has stoppedfor me, because of me,before I turnedto a different chimein the stripping wind.There are words I sayin hopes that someonewill hear them.There are messages I relaywhen knowing…
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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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Modern Romanticism 