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Not fromcruel backgrounds of coloredevenings.Not fromcalm faces upon glowingmornings.You never leave. Wasted, underspecks of diamonds during night.Lasting sightsto your silhouette,while memories tramplefavorite sceneries. If love held out a stone,I will toss itto become dust, in an ocean, wherepressure smeared us into veins,circulating into circlesback to beginning. One kiss is allI request,to bleed me into seas,to…
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Here, in Hell. Walking onunder smoothing rain, weepingwhile you live. I lovein your field of vision,changing ropes around you,watering dust,turning roses into rust. Collapse of towers. Heaven hascrippled all our shooting stars.While finality rendersour salience scarred,we rope, to pull, a garden closewith hope to raisethat crucified home. Bound, while kisses are blownto spread dust about,in…
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Come around,tell this night you wereour winter, upon sand.Tell these limbs of naked treesyou were life being broughtfrom storied glaciers,from an eye coveredin smothering mist. While Ican cry away all daylightfrom our side,this defeat has been amplein a stillborn moon,as corners are dried in fire,as pleasures are wiped cleanfrom mounting desire. All our love fadedwithin…
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Sifted curtains. Conceal a road,outdoor scenery uncovered,received with fog.Leave a kiss to your entrance,your residence in each room.Sounds of train’s whistlebringing waters of old men’s bagsbeneath eyes, beneath stares.In all I long forremains your breath,a sound in nighttime quiet. Fire in this morning’s sky.A fire in a lover’s heart,wasted in every cry.Lakes dried, lakes being…
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Speak in your tongueout for all you belong.Taste that smile under a sun,bending texture to burning bright,a feast for eyes, decor forheaven’s rush, Hell to run.Radiant passion in deep caress, as petals float about your dress.I feel close in one final stepto drown you in my resignationunder your wings, beneath those eyesI fathom as kindest…
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He held her at arm’s length, counting his feathers. Softness around him. Eyes of an eagle, the beak of an ancient pterodactyl. All to see, with all to bite from flesh. With all those things he saw, he saw himself to swiftly bring close her life in a sharp cancellation. Their romance, a feud with…
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“A concept as hate, as it is a concept, so rare that it belongs to a vendetta, reflects our judgement to it as if all knew each other. Do murderers always know their victims? If so, there would be nothing to fear. Do soldiers come to know their enemies? If so, they’d have less to…
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Fatal, in your burialbeneath the stay with me.You wash the stars cleanturning white slates into bleakestreminder of your universe. You walk in the fog.You look for me,bandaging eyes most damagedunder the cloudless skies. Do you bare your woundswith pride or shame?The crimson to the neglectis the connection to bloodline. Leaving your scarsetched in the dirt.You…
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Out of time. Hellish and confined.The clock stirs, in silenceto the quickening sound of a heartbeatwhile flowers are hurledevery thousand feet. The winds are mild,no one will catch this feverI have been trying to kiss away. One more tick to the placementof a brick, to make this wallsurrounding every color. A garden burned, smotheredwhile time…
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I For Sickness, for Shame The time has come. The time did come. When bedsheets are folded over as pages of a Bible, turning to scriptures written to the weight of loss in the heaviness of the physical copy; and the water comes to take the end away. The sun rose, and then it was…
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Mothers tosslast remains of comfort,nestled to their sonsnestled in the sun.Some Reaperbrought them to sleep.Somewhere in Hell,the fire yellsthe sounds for the knell,as the funeral burns, to thewalks towards the sea. As all masked facesare singing for lifelessness,in the emotionlessstances, to the stance of the patriotwarring to the war of caught soilin their eyes. As…
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Feint. Ingloriousto the thuds of formsagainst the gentle earth.One blooming pair of lipsare rounded in flesh,born to undressone body dressed in black. With all the tears of Neptune,sighing in eternity’s doom.For arms, lovers walkedwithout miles to skip.Under stars, lovers talkedcaught in the moonlight’s anchorthat brought them buriedelsewhere. For toil,above the soil,she carried his heartfar into…
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