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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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When we’ve held hands,crying about our birthinto painful seconds,we’ve often failed to deliveron a single choice. To be here,reunited within waves,fabric that glistensover our carved out,renewed bodies. This time,we’re getting there,devoting our minutesto the momentsin a second chance. To be everywhere,not disguised to forgetwhy we’re strongenough to surrenderto the steps. Life’s faced a nightmarethat looked…
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It’s built to belike a shelterfor one,to shield from rain,from the noisecarried on the wind’sinfinite arms. Be welcomedinto the earth’smeasureless depth,its moldable darkness,beneath where facesfeed youtheir residue. Our teardropsare more like melted snow,instead of the rainfrom dark clouds. Your responseto our cold sadnesscomes as a memoryentwined in minds. These times are bornfrom the frost,from phantomsthat…
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It startsas abrupt admittancein a sweet estrangementfrom internal wartime,as I didn’t wantto rebuild the bridgeI kept collapsing. My face reviews itselfin puddles from the past,a reflectionfor bold consideration,to drown the moonafter a noosehas hung it low. I must accompanythe clean sunlightwashing my hands,while under the limelightof modification. I’m making changesfor this constant whirlwindto move me,upon…
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It moves withinyour echoing daylike smooth ripples,devoted to reachinga long shoreline. You swim beneatha frozen lake,anticipating a sunriseto melt your shieldinto fractures. You teach a stormto keep braving you,telling it at nightthere’s nothing morethan to be alright. But you’re quiveringin your concealment,dripping blackonto a white page. Dissolving into vaporlet loose from your lungs,finalizing a vowto…
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Frozen facespledged the wayfor the desertionof lingering sunsets,rebuilding an empirefar from dismay. There are statesto curse,as there are feelingsto disperse. There’s a bridgeunder a single inchof fresh snow. A survivor’s lefta lone roadfor another to followfor graceful steps,for this pullfor ancient symmetry. There is neveran exact amountof fortitudeto raise upon stable legs. Hope acts as…
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Command it,the time in between,to cease, to even departfrom its arrivalto heal the cutslining your arms. You’ve writtenyour cursed nameabove each one,hoping to negotiatea peacedealwith the devil. You’ve been denyingthe bitter flavorpouring from your heart,melting with the stingyou call sweet. Rows of ceremonyfor your safetyamong running waters,burned to be red,dressed to be white. You’re stickingwith…
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Within a warningwhere teardrops are black,a face is wearingits isolation,its merged yearsoutside-in. This is where I’ve died,hoping to go back,meaning to move on. This is where fearescalates,where pain becomesan idol to worship. I’m a dream awayfrom endingthis unwanted nightmare. But I’m yoursto lead me alonginto your doom. Triumph in yourmalevolent tragedy.An anchorhas brought us lowwhen…
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It wasn’t what Ikept running from,knowing there were starseven in their output. I held out fingerslike candles to be lit,breathing smokefrom lungs long burned. Neptune has a wayof drowning me,just as it crowns methe king of my ocean. I held out a hopethat ended up smotheredby fervent repetition,the waves of yesterday. Velvet waterssurrounded my feet,echoing…
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A time of needstrikes me as your plea,your call to anguish,your fatal rushinto disaster. But you don’t knowwhat’s crumbled,surrounding youon the insidewith fallen flakes. Snow’s where you walk,treading over miles,swimming over sceneryto betray your past. What’s the meaningof your safetyon your brief journeys? Your back is turnedto the sunrise,facing where a handgives your curtain. You…
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It’s a trial,it’s no triumphupon connectingthis outreaching glanceto your frozen heart. You lie in dust,colored only throughpatches of rust. You can’t answerwhen I weepwhat pain I keep. It’s been a taskto bury you a second time,for only brief,paralyzing glimpsesto float to the surface. My endurancekeeps me surroundedwith your shadow. I’ve tried to be silentamong your…
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Steady displacementruns in this exhaustiveoverview, over me. I’m not desertingwhat I knowin this exertion. I’ve been steeringupon these waves,crying outone helpless roar,anchoring sadnessin a frozen state. I’m not moving,while merely carvinga circle to be buried. Time’s tested me,made me its puppet,while I dineupon my denial,out in the open,far from retreat. I say the wish,I watch…
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A second, to salvage,is all you need,to vary your voiceon an opposing spectrumwhere seasons change,colors endure. Nighttime follows,before your brutal rainfallcomes to tower over you,covering your miles. You never knewwhich way was right,looming in the directionof what you have left. Pain pieces you togetherlets you remain equalwith the warmth runningfrom your veins. You’re always feelingyour…
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Modern Romanticism 