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Remember those daysChildren never cried?I do not. We are two tormented dollsOf lost strings,Worn of our eyes,Stained at our feet. We walkDown dim hallsHolding hands with a rope,Singing the same songAs lifeless birds. Bringing winter near,Singing through tears,Reusing the same symmetryAlready shattered. Remember those daysAdults never wept?I do.
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“As they say that love conquers all, though only in the remembrance of the heart’s function. To never forget the greatest importance, is above all what plagues the mind. Reconfirmation. To remind oneself of the greatest treasure, as that is to preserve the heartbeat. Why does it beat? If to love is to feel who…
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Makeshift smileTo keep the moon from changingIts slow fadeTo a time without rain.UndressingOur warmth, to a stirOf lost hoursBled in the dark. Erupting sunriseOf a morning where a faceShares tears of remembrance,Showers coldIn the summertime. CreatingScattered heartbeats,Clashes of ebonyIn the haze of fertile white,Atop destitute kindness. Remembering wine,Of red puddles at the bottomOf an hourglass.A…
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Whether your lipsBleed from bruise or kiss,Drink blood dropletOr tear,Kindness cannot imagineA greater waveTo take you. To save youMarks my famous desperation,Over cliffsWhere my voice cries outThe cruelty where desires bend,Inside, where sadness stirs. You will continueYour bleeding courseOf stains, weeping from your mindNames of all saviors that left you.The space for me to crawlHas…
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Come quiet,Let the rope bind our wrists.Emptiness had not beenSo sinful,While the wicked had beenRunning at our feet. The world marchesGreat patterns of disinterest,For we are no fond remembranceAs any fold of a paper. We dined on each otherIn the wake of smallest hours.Climbed upon the other,Stepped closerFor solace in the other’s view. We restedIn…
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HopingFor small sign of a fossilWhen your eyes were buried,Where your clothes were scattered,While your bandages were bloodied.A torn raven’s featherLays upon my fractured shoulderLikening to the fog that mountsTo the coldest sadness. Face your small nestOf loss,Where ocean after heavy oceanCan weigh more your eyesThan your heart,Than your soul. Feed your fireThe stains you…
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Come here,Woman of endless domainTo wanderIn a heart, known to no meaningOther than the faceTo rain the fallen kisses. Signal your eyesTo me.Lift your smileTo raise a neutral horizon.Hold your hopesOn the rainbow’s arch. Drop your tearsTo bring the widest colors.Bleed happinessWide open,Filling my armsWith your returned loyalty.
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RecedeBack to the momentsWe kept gathering,While footprints were watchingFrom behind. While a wilderness growsBetween our fingers,A droplet of our idle bloodRaises a thorn,Brandishes a sadness. Reveal these tears,Swallow the mournful wails.Waltz past the portraitsOf idler faces,Holding hands with a song. Manifest loveInto living flesh.Behold frozen deathAmong every flake of snow,Melting with the ash.
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“Without the desire to care, one cannot advance to where one solves what is wrong. With all the knowledge in the world, there is none that can teach a person to admit a problem exists.” – Modern Romanticism Wandering to a bookstore to purchase a volume that teaches a person how to solve a problem,…
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Holy entranceTo a bedroom full of stars,Waiting wars,To undress you, full of velvet,To untouched plainness. Be upon the fieldsWhere flesh comes undoneFor watching eyes.Be where fires raise sensation,Where waters renew deprivationThat I might scar you. Your sin, for the sadnessYou held tight, during spoiled nightsThose men trampled you.My kisses explore you,As arms devour you. Be…
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I wash myself In my own blood, Rusting flesh with the iron, Opening wounds with the eyelids That close only to your sight.
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Of eyes turned towards the sea,There is not much left to bleedFrom a glance upon infinity.I can recallThe winter stormsResting with eternal easeUpon my heart. I gave gentlenessA close regardFor a nearby future,With her, within my arms. Something scaresThe tears away.Someone singsTheir loss, to the stars. RememberingWhite rapids,Black voidsWhere pain found its homeIn the loving…
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