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Returning to those dangers. Returningwith those letters, written without promise,written with ink of a depleted heart,one that remains black,like thunderclouds, like raven shrouds,like desertions in the desert skieswhere wind has no direction. Bring back your stare,let me confine myself to the velvetin your blue, discolored eyesgoing from an oceaninto a paranoid monochrome. Returning to those…
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Pioneer the loss, while you fadein this dimming heart’s flame, I shoulder what I’ve always cradled,keeping you companyin the sickness, in those tearstains – hanging onto your chinwith a man’s deformed touch,with remnants of our fire. Hang by every droplet,let your hands soak in imagerysettled into puddles, within soilthat have absorbed our reflections, though have…
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Silenced heartbeat. Awakened reprieve.I, once more, hold a token for another trainthat will travel me towards that edge,outside of this space of sanity. One more kiss, sent towards barest air,with shelter toppling into burning sticks.One more light of passionfrom another wakeful lighthouse,guiding this engine into devastation. I will want to hear these limbsfade out of…
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Cold stardom. Left adrift, bleeding currentsgray with the wash of afterglow.I let you ignite, become white with the night’scomforting fairies. Though, I will dreamwithout leading that stone into future steps, not that heart that kept sinkinginto puddles from these red-rimmed eyes. No more to us, what kept merginginto firestorms – after showers that weremore than…
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Mishandling the melody. The memoryof us, burning undercover, in those shadows,infiltrating – stepping towards a futurewe painted, then we tainted our road with snowwith tracks we could not retrace,within warmth where wewere unable to embrace, deep undercovers both black and blue,in an ocean of a nestled two. Twin’s hearts longing in the longstretches of feverish…
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To touch that faint silhouette. Sublime shadowundressing to a desertion of garments she wore –kissed into ashes, bled into driest wine,turned into tides at folds with flesh, with death –the death in that revealing aftermath, an aftershock. What’s left in this ruin of another heart?Quakes are those years I followto a broken majesty’s throne, where…
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No need. Most certainly,no need to hear me clarifywhere my suffering should,most certainly should be rectified.I weep when I cannot sleep,letting stars fall from each eveninginto cupped hands. I let another daypass with the petals that format the stems within vases,on the edge of tablesI cannot even reach. No more. Most definitely,there is no need…
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Once I saw what gleamed, untilI only saw what dreamed. One darkrealization, never before rubbed,smeared, left under curtains; there, as a disguise to the daylightwith the misery.He wanted his chains broken,his mask torn off,left with the bandages, his skin,the nakedness of honesty. He dreamed under a glaze,a stir from a heavy heart.He hoped during the…
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“We, as a species, only got as far with curing bodily ailments, providing food for the homeless, creating a higher degree of welfare for those with their numbered disabilities as scratching the surface. For isn’t that what a physical fault relates to, the body? Beneath the pained, starving, or paralyzed flesh, a human being is…
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Who says that, in time,a light this close will flare out,will wrap what has been as distantas those ships that carry on,carry out another moment of remorse,another memory I compel to beas fleeting as me? I have been the lighthouse, too longhoping for one more reunion.Though I’m abandoned, like this islandthat has been forgotten, though…
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Lantern shadows, to eyesthat melt in these breathing rooms,while I hold on to the fadein the form of a silver handbroken from its strength,left to quiver among autumn leaves. I kissed once what feltlike a period of thunder in the grayaftermath, between night and day. I told what was evil, “no more”,feeling my fever become…
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I once wrote a smile down.I once carved a line in the sandupon a shore, after I had realizedthat time is an infinite sprawl,leaving wounds as open as oceans – as that smile came to be knownas that divide between sadness,softness, and some other choice. That smile was from recognizingthat life repeats what it ignores,that…
Modern Romanticism 