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As I laywith wide eyes againstthe deadness, blanknessof a winter ceilingagainst the earthen nakedness,I recall thoseounces of teardropscaught at this mouth,from the stem that wiltedto bend them closer. Bring your voiceclose to mind.I am peeling my layersto hold you in the fog. Laying in death’s pain,healing in my dreams.I wait for your storm to come,to…
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Stay strongfor me, for whilethe tulips turn greywith the overcrossing twistof a storm that stings the eyes,there is still spring in yoursin the twin irisesthat bloom without the fadeof a cruel winter. While I love.While I give gracesto the massive spacesfar above,each teardrop will bedevoted to all the colored petalsthat accompany meon the hollow journeywith…
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“If anything structured to benefit the short-term is believed able to prolong itself to create the future, the future will be dark. Nothing that, for its place inside addiction in a short-term high, can create when creation is a space of something remembered. If anything is beneficial for the short-term, it will be forgotten. It…
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Their version of history. Their eyes. Caught. In a spiderweb of memories, both lovers; no, something more connected; a husband and a wife are here to recall, not renew, their vows. Together, until death do the both of them apart. Until the rottenness of flesh will tear one asunder into the earthen grey, while the…
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At the edge of a vast ocean, the quantity of water that shows both reflection of our faces and stars, the hanging lights that we see from both angles; and we are wishing for something to stretch our hands out for. Maybe when the miles were longer, we were crippled of our backs and shattered…
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Stir the eyes.Travel infroth, for idle bathing.Mask the senses inwith the memory of your kiss.I have receded from beingagainst the shore,where the sun came to meas a rose. I kept bleeding.I have kept backingfrom wall to wall.A child from a mother’s hip,scrawling senselesswording to blank spaces,timeless voidswhere you used to belong. I always wishedto rewrite…
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Awaiting you,bandaged by the shadowsof the trembling leaves, behind.One kiss, I never hadin the embrace of your sunshine,while the moonlight now allowsthese tears to keep me blind. A broken dream,torn, fallen streamfrom a glimmering eye at night,while I hold your paragraphof tearstained devotion.I nestle your memoriesinto a bleeding furnaceof a heart. Your name leaks everywhere.Oil…
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Too many trips of guilt.On the way through blank starswhere we signal our avoided hearts,starting our dream in the void. Too many lessons of spite.We wait for our kisses to break oceans,to break the barriers of timefor love to follow. Of matter and what mattersinside funereal depiction.Nights drawn to crystal tearsfallen onto bloated flesh,while leaves…
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Factors that are utilitarian, being emotions, are where trust has its place. Emotions can be manipulated, because as to flesh, they are real. What is realest to a human is their humanity. Perhaps if the greatest expression of humanity is in our tears, being the trademark to our vulnerability as humans, then while emotions can…
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Some refer to love as what should be meant as unconditional, as though stating it for the sake of promotion. If love is not always unconditional, then how is such able to remain beyond death? How does a person retain memories of what was lost of what was trusted, if the love disappeared with the…
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Yearning, hold a candleto the naked hourglass ofwind and time. Singular form witha cup, full of the desert.While you swaywith the eyes that followrepeated, understood rhythms,count the heart’s thudsbefore the oneagainst a bed of flesh. In love with deathwho possesses breath,still with the sinbreaking in with her kin,her kind who stirsinside this mind. Attention and…
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The distance, to believein tragic shores, grayest moorswhere we were loose on the sleeve,further apartfrom the embrace of reprieve. Droplets on the sleevedotting miles of plaid and plainup to the shoulder of your cloudswhere raining eyes were pressed,matching hearts are blessedbefore layers are undressed – to see the curve to swim against. Dive beneaththe sea,…
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