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Sounds: alarm, orthe forest that burnsto a gentle wind,a breath of your bygone age. Stone, heavy,though the winds will break it.Release tears. A rock.Close connectionthat brings grace to open space.Were you never embraced? My love, – I see where you walked,danced upon the ruins,the wet ashes. Trickling streams,numbing melodies.A heart, a sad little rhythmthat fadeswith…
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Curtains pulled downto reveal brick, to reveal what’s sick.Two eyes – blinds,no purpose to tear awayat what is gone into yesterday. Tomorrow is the new season,yet all is dark. Life behind,death belowwith all the sounds in this heartechoing from stone walls. No blood, no floodto stop with fingers at the eyes.I keep calling – while…
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Wheelbarrows,walking sticks – water pipes.The filth, carried, the rotting man;who walks?Who, above the underground lakehas their pain takenbeyond the cremated shores? Emotion stirs.An ocean has been blurred.No one knows the depthhe holds in a heart.A bottle tossed with one written note – of written words,“Where did you go,when it started to snow?” A retrace, one…
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“Are we meaning to make more than what simply is, being the vastness of one subject or the landscape of different views of those meant or should be given light? There is a necessity to a divide. It comes during an era of complexity. Boundless complications require their simplification. If simplification wasn’t a response to…
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While we might in both our vacant hearts, live in each other’s memories, recede in the other’s tides, I am still avowed in the night, I am still waiting with a rippling heart that you will. Dreaming in fear, battling the dark, while I see you tearing pages from secrets, moments, buried in cages, locked…
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To assure the solemn, then begin to reassure that one in those depths. Assuming first that a man here is not crying because of the weather, as no dark clouds exist within the sapphire-blue skies. Omit then that they could have been the culprit to his mood. If the sun is great and bright, then…
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She undresses herself to the perpetuating tune. The offset of the offbeats, running ripples in soundwaves through heatwaves. There is an aridness to the room she stands in. Her clothes fall like landslides from her velvet flesh, though were loose to begin with. A pair of eyes, glancing to riveting nudity. A man sees a…
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I Dusty Skin Now when all stars are dusted over with skyglow, we take our faces to what is still gleaming. It is forming. Guiding a man. A man who left the sun to rot in his chest, though the moon still pulls him. What forms, from nothingness, is a small, stripped piece of what…
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Dark, beneath where the line seeps. A frozen signature to sign us into premature birth. Our kisses stopped short, our gaze faltered on the idle highway. Will you, will I wait to see what could come to be from silence in the stars, from pain in our bodies? We touched, hoping our scars would burn…
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Personality plays its largest role in crisis, while showing the outcome of one’s decisions after the reveal to the singular person’s demeanor. How does selection offer a part with personality when we cannot foretell when we will face an ordeal? Even if we could somewhat predict trouble, we cannot foresee exactly how much. In life,…
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No more need, no other time in history’s disfigured face will our lives walk a straight line without folding upon presented signs. We have torn up pathways, departed from arms, sideways into another permanent birth – where we are discontent, to another’s worth. Paved roads, white-out on the divide between memories, upon the wounds we…
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Passion, indecision. I touch a bright light to journey the voyage, to keep praying a miracle will enter our eyes. Heaven kissed for eternity. I would love to return you, through the forests, the fields, the places lost in everyday voids. Carve you out among stone. Liquify your heart into the soil. Raise the dead…
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