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How countless the sunsets.How bright the moon,As we hold upright this cupDrunk from, to our stuporWithin the intricate intertwine,For multiple pathsTo our destination. Adjacent memoryDeparted, from my left handTo the silence that freezes our shadowsIn the mist, within the fogAs the one entityThat remains to kissOur frozen cheeks. How spiraling, the motionsWe abandoned as ripplesIn…
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Here, stories cryWithin the turning pagesOnwards to the furthest future. As a mile presenting hopeWashes ashore,It drifts in our handsAll the tears with the rose petalsThat would not melt slower,From faces and abandoned vases. At the first page,A blank slate foldsTo each brutal sighFrom the laughing ocean.One that promised another taleTo be told,Without a sweeping…
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Let nothing elseBesides the loveComfort us with shadows,Build up our hopesTo the universe’s expanseWithin our non-stop silence.While the moon will attempt to eclipseOur sun, on the night’s behalf,We are warm in the armsThat will last,Wrapped as curtainsIn the bridging veins. With every songSold from our heart,Dying petals will hear usNever faltering to the awakening sound,An…
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Hold up travesty,Wielding the stones around your neck,Believing in the griefFor far too long.Weeping, as would the pangsIn the desertion of you,Bleeding, as could the rocksIn their release of the tide. Molecules do floatUpon your heatTo the senseless sensationIn your whispers.Defeated on fallen kneesTo the cliff that would be your sunriseWere the life bequeathed to…
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Show your symptomsFor your faint disregardTo what is stagedAs the props upon the lake,Washed in velvet tears,A material to soakAll of nothing. Sadness reusesBleak waters that crawlTo your knees, given bentTo another source of devotion,With the submissionThat leaves you to drainYour discolored eyes. The sun never warmed you,With it at your back,With heaviness for all…
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Head is downTo transparencyAmong what leaves shadowsAt shifting feet,To the end that mattered littleWithin the melancholic song,By what lost its linesDeep in the color of an unsung heart. Fall will be to the ruinA twin among the ashes,Scattered in sudden decadenceFor each black dressWith each swaying hip,To all curves to kissThat melt at the slightest…
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ClockwiseTowards the directionOf your sunset,Of yourBelieving in the afterlife,Before the journeyDivides its mileBetween us. The less likelyThe pain shall discover usOnce more, without the caress,Without the shellTo take usBeneath where winter freezesThe trees into shadows – As we loseInfinite breathOn the shapeshifting pathways,On the curving highwaysDrinking the evening’s meltFor waters we once knewWere there, when…
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Feathers raisedFor clearest flesh, unscarredIn our absence,With the sky’s only graveWorth finding. I recall the quiltsBuilt upon your formTo the softnessWorth discoveringAs you were torn. While skies were openFor your milk-white neckKissed down with dropletsBrought with breath. While teardrops fadeAtmosphere into blurry white,Here, loves goes grayUnder the moon’s pathTowards day. I hold the iris openOf…
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“An excuse can be set for the matter in which one feels prideful, when one has committed no action for the feeling of it. It would be the foulest of sensations to boast, especially within earshot of those aided, of the noble actions one has taken in the name of self-sacrifice.” Modern Romanticism For nobility,…
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A heart takes its journey,Takes its tollTo the beats of a staircaseWith the jog upon its slope,To find you seatedWith blue to the skies of your eyes,While messages are folded in your hands,As Heaven was never warmer. Your smile,An elegance I have awaited.Though you will not trust me,Remaining in my flame,As I am,I adore the…
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Life by firelightGoes unnoticedTo the world that sentencedHer, beneathCrippled stems without theirPetalsAnd radiance. I knew to love,Knew to lieWhile her flesh wasWithin faltering reach. Crippled,Stagnant for noReason to be unearthedFrom the grain,With all delicacyTo her pain. She had trembled among the leaves,Unable, as I was able to thinkOver which was, among the fall. Autumn’s breeze…
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Picture howFinal terrorsWere warm beginningsFor the faces that did laugh,At the end. Picture nowThe stories caught at angles,Bleeding for miles acrossShapeshifted understandingFor the forests that meltedWhispers into glades. Emptiness in the hollow well,For no cement could encrustA depiction of her fall. I still wishFor the dawn to comeEven as the rose petals fallInto burning fields.…
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