Anticipation’s refill,
leaving tears at your door,
I am burning unwritten messages
before they’re ever given thought.
You sold me your smile,
sending me into recycled denial,
with flowers clung upon walls,
shadows in all corners.
Breathe deep. Emotions reap
that last second to devour
a remember, dismembered flavor.
Blossomed sunrise,
bleeding sunsets;
were you seeing what ended,
with wounds, a heart not mended?
Modern Romanticism 
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