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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 devised this remedyout of anticipation,dreading revision,damning abruption.Backwards you go,while you look forwardat falling snow.You entertain one morefutile secondto sense if stardustis what descends,bathing your footprintsin bright sheen.It’s your methodto keep awayyour torch.You dropped iton the steps ahead,endangering hope.All this, you allowbefore your mirror of ice,blending life with death,dreading your fleshfor what it could be,under…
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I’ve been trackingyour heartbeats,your skipsover your preferredpath to flipyour agencyinto secrecy.It’s nothing but ashthat you’re scatteringto avoid a soft breath,to go deafto an accurate guess.I’ve built a towerat your road,the tunnel’s end,holding a great hearthof light in an evening.You’ve been challenginga kind of candorof open expressionto a love that shoutsin the wind.It will anchor youin…
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We were the nailsfor our coffins,each one a fingerthat never loosened,that kept digginginto a scornfulsentencing.We ignored for mileswhat we eventuallywoke up to see,that it was our endless,misleading journeyturned into reality.The waves of doubt,the ocean of despair,the clouds of ivoryturning dark,come morning.The buildingsmade of copper leaves,the faces burning holesfrom a flaming starewere like ghosts to dismiss.We…
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Putting togethereach scattered shard,letting a puzzle becomethe smooth reflection.The taste of our flesh,echoing upon dull thudsafter we fall.The marble of our forms,tied to be motionless,to be taught.We appreciate the mightof a flower,through its growth,upon the whiffof fragrance, in the heatof our retreat.Inside each other,like buried secrets,dressed in rain.This garden will burn,these moments will turninto vague…
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Somewhere, you’re swellingfrom under your eyes,letting graces go with the stars,eclipsing your sunwith the moonyou hang high.You’re drinking tears.Nothing quenches you,because your resolveis more fertilethan the road you walk.To take the token,to take the train ride,you’ll have to rebreakthe woundyou’ve left alone.You’ll need to bleed,to flood your damp world,the one you can’t abandonto the light.Your…
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Caught up in ourisolation, plain with ouranticipation. There’s a roseto burn, to turn intoanother reminderof what dressed usfor this place.The one facethat captured ourstrangulation.Deprived of air,we kissed the poisonous,resolving vapor.Blended with rapids,the white curtainunder our feet,we gave in, upon a timewhen sand wasreused moments.For we ended upon a glistening shore,blinded fron lightwe thought was for…
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I sever disconnectionto bring backan invisible lineto surge me.I surrender the shellI’ve called home,forgetting the echoesthat kept me ashore.Here comes a shiplost without its lighthouse,hoping to find shelterin the presence of another.Just as lost,just as wantingof a face to funnela reflection through.It becomes unchangingeven in the fall,even among the leavesof autumn’s age.Were we dreaming thisbefore…
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Simpler wordsare kept to the backof your throat,while you spill rainfrom a tight connectionto overhanging clouds.As dark as your eyes,you feed them significance,channeling your volumeinto the floods.The tide comes,once more.When will you decideto set sail?The dead told youto keep living.Their last breathscan become the windto help your shipbeat the waves.To worship life,you need to endyour…
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Stars dot a journeyupon an endless debateover whether to dineon the darkness,or the light.In looking up,I’ve seen shadows formingfrom nowhere,taking over everywhere,once I level my sight.There’s a stellar avenuewhere I’m breathing.Hurricanes are causedbecause of howI can’t slow my pace,can’t find grace.In looking down,there are oncoming wavesthreatening to drown mein tears I never knewI’ve released.I’ve sent…
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Nothing but the straypieces of commitmentkeep you attachedto rosier sights.They’re a mere memorylasting longer,than the pauses betweenyour breaths,your heartbeats,your thoughts.Come up to thunderbefore you miss it.Here’s an afternoonraining petalsover your bruised,discolored shoulders.Here’s a time to hopewithout letting goof what sparks can achievebefore you release themto be on your leash.
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Binding it notupon that bittertaste of yesterday.Burning it on,to upkeep pleasure,to fuel an endeavor.I’ve envisionedwhere we can be,if we ever misstep.We’d exit an imperfect,scarlet circle.The moon will guide us,the sun will save usin the morning,once our paralyzing tearsturn into better years.Your hand is to take,your heart is to quakeamong these hourswe are sacrificingto earn an…
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Another nightto be the rubble,added to the pilelying underyour gaze.You’ve beared fruit,without adheringto reality.Life awaitsin another realm,outside your beliefs.You’ve martyredyour unconcealedmoments,desiring the crumbsover the meal.You’ve died repeatedlywithout achievingthe Heaven you need.Hell will be askingfor your affection,until you disapprove.There are many daysto smile for,to not denyhas all the flavorsto be the colorsfor your sky.
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Modern Romanticism 