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We were stolen tothe spotlight. The grand placewhere we made our mark,where we carved our heartinto oaken frames,a canvas of burning birch. It was that place of heat,that pallid gesture ofsomething cleanin smoke, in debrisof what our kisses turned,under the blue sheen. Made wiltingin the light of attention,though our lips never mentionedthe dirt road would…
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Blown free from armsof a tree, leaving dust in a fall,settling in the handsof winter to its call.Am I here, given a blanket of cold?Offered a quilt of somethingnot for me to scold – in truest gratitude,that the faces of emptinesssee more in me than the shadowswhere I lay, underneath. Under where faint droplets of…
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Here’s a stone. There’s a trail.Burning fingers will hurl what it canwhen the past will bandagethe tomorrow. When the past will reminda farewell to the openwindow, or the open fieldof the purpose for day to fade. When morning comes,leave me beneath these sheets. When mourning runs,bring it back, riding the sigh, – the wind, the…
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Something. A thing seemed to quake,no heart was heard to breakwhen a whisper was heard in the veins,when life’s forwarding horseswere held back in their reins. Constriction. A blanketing messagein the room of farewells to all else,upon the screams of afterthoughtthat this love, this river of everythingwould lead to the corners. Can you? Can you…
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Tear you open. With themoon, letting loose lightover your infinity.With the mouthto bleed upon, in eachsymptomatic kiss,you fold in the cup to yourbreast and unguardedthroat. We lose the light,smudging ourselves into dark,far into the frothing heart.A sea. Caught beneath.A velvet room that shuddersin each caress, againstyour shoulders, lost betweenshadows of night. Agleam, far withinyour unmuffled…
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Find your passagebetween delicate verse,to ride your wayto those arms you reach for,as if the bottle of warmth. Blissful. In your approach,all the world crashesinto empty fragments. In your approach.Then, hold foreverwhile the world fails us,raining itself into abandonment. Without reproach.Then, hold forever.Scar yourself upon the weather,the cloud with an inch-long curve.Your nail buried deep.…
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If love was a ceiling,would you lift itto make it the sky above us?There are glowing lights that neverspot us, being distant for us,allowing us the pleasure of shadows,the concealing of formsin a bedroom of madness. If loneliness was a roof,would you collapse itto make it the land beneath us?There is fertility, everywherewith nothing to…
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“If progress takes a side, it will never be outside of what the progressive views of everything around for the world’s potential change. Progress can only change the world into a different color, alas having an issue with everything that is wrong except for what is wrong with the self. The progressive therefore either avoids…
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Bleeding withthe smiles I crack across,during these moments whenI kiss the windwith all there is to cryfor, under the distant sun,the absence in a moonthat curves in the shape,the directiontowards your range. If I loved,then I will killto love, again.I will end the world’s hearts,to beat mine for yours,I will overshadowthose, that count notmatch us,…
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Common run. Cloudsthat are teemingfor the wet earth,making miles in the sootthat coats our fingers,masks our lips,creates further rainfrom our eyes. Naked in the endearment.Clothed, buried in theuncharted pillaging of lands,taken by nature,withdrawn in the futilityof a thousand drawingsbecoming rust. No one saw ustake the plunge.While everyone watched,we surfaced,thinking the sun had made us,the moon…
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Up from the rose,towards moonlight’s spread,I will find, with eyes openyour hand in the dimming violet,the evening running awaywith Autumnal decay. Down from the noose,in the arms that leave,in bitterness and duress,I cannot contain, you cannotunchain yourself from the demonwho is, upon earth, a human. We have both died, – have cried, in the final…
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Don’t. I scream,don’t release?The petal. Your lipsopen for anothergasp of air.Is it the last one?Should it be? Won’t. You won’tlet me another kiss. You won’t, – as I won’tgo across to save you.I don’t. I should notbreak your fall,for I am stone. I am as you sayI am. You are as we have saidyou are.…
Modern Romanticism 