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It couldn’t bewhat you hopeit to be,downgrading to dirt,resigning to hurtof not the meaningful,beautiful kind.You want spaceto reveal such woundsyou’ve undressed,you’ve allowedto become infectedwith your tirelessmisconception.True love was the knotthat you’ve untied,that you’ve wrappedof decaying strandsaround your bruised,breaking neck.Beauty wilts,while you strive forthe embrace of someonewho understandsmore your fiction,than your truth.It helps you staystill like
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Uncovered,everywhere bareto fullest sunlight,with those finite,misleading guidelights.Warning signsallowed me to run,to face awayfrom an endingfrom behind,in being blindto calamity.I passed bywhat this world,of its inhabitants,call “truth”.I went bywith a curled smile,hoping for a timeI will outrun it.I could feel itwhen I couldn’t seewhat went throughthis heart,from the start,so painfully.I am washinga pair of soiled handsin
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In me,you’re buried,to be either forgivenor forgotten,since I do not knowwhich comes first.You’re the scenerythat fells its leaves,that appears beautifuleven in this hazeof frost and decay.You’re the whirlwindleaving behind tracesscattered for miles,singing a blank noteupon the gale.Buried in me,you’ve frozen time,you’ve been bleedingfrom fragmentsstained with your name,filtered from shame.You’ve left your markfor me to knowno
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My worldhas closed its eyes,has dropped offthe heaviest of residuefrom a cliffto a shoreline,to be taken awaywith the tides.Something once swam,as it once breathedeven when those floodsheld hearts beneath.A drifting took placeafter a line was drawnthat divided two separate,bared timelines.A tear, a single screamlet me let go of it,let me see the snowcover all of
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It has surfacedfrom depths,from parallels,those I hadforced into burial.It’s thunderingfrom somewhereI had thoughtonce was quiet,was dead.It’s hereto remind methat a soulis still singingfor who won’tbe drifting itselfback to me.Just a feelingof knowing what is,who is residingas a tenantwithin a heartfilled with equal aches,equal memories.It pains melike a breezegrowing strongerto be a hurricane,tearing sails,destroying wallsuntil echoes
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Tears run downall the sides of it,outlining its shapein steady streams,filling in the spaceswhere lightwent missing.It looks darkin the worst wayit can be believedto ever be.It never tireswhen it’s constantin who it feeds,from fields it seeds.It’s a mere maskto foil all honestythat could pavea road, from the piecesof stones, of clayfor something betterto portray.A wilted
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An echo hides,being all you needto come outfrom your silent,salient retreatto nowhere.The darknesshelps you to seethose scars,those you reopento let out their light.Their detailsreach to infinityto speak differentlyto no one elsebut you.Their exposurelets you weep,while moonlightgives to youlasting serenity.Words are liftedfrom their echoesmore to those eyes,to your heart,than your ears.On the surface,your mind recallsthose who
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A vacant space,a sight from your eyesis where truth was devoured,where deceit is flowered.There’s more to knowbefore the ashesdisguise your trail,reignite your sails.You come callingwith bitternesson your frozen lips.You won’t speakfrom not a dark stormyou’re carrying.Wanting me to be hereto cradle your regret,to leave you feelinglike someone understood,when no one did.You retreat,bleeding in the dark,wrapped
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It retreats all form,to be loose with leaves,to become decay.It relieves what surfaced,to sink it beneaththe coldest waves.Holding captivea knife that drivesinto an aged wound,unwilling torelease the graspon the hilt.It goes deep,an unchanged storythat keeps pagesalways burning.They’re never turningto find freedomat the end,when real reliefis discovereddeeper thanthe innermost.This worldappears as brittleas the barkthat goes dark,before
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In all directions,I’ve been lost,always coming closebefore knowingI would be closinga heart to the light.One more open doorI will be running for,to deplete meto the state where Iwill, at last, arriveat natural scenery.To the earth,into the monochromeof a solid tomb,one where faces come,footsteps go.If there’s rebirth,if there is a paradisefor the quellingof gathered aches,I’ll reach
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I recognizethe ocean that willleave from a pairof blurred eyes,upon the moment Iaccept this fate.I’m rememberingwhat I’ve left behind,hoping to rot in gardensstill mad with color.It then changedinto a stateof continuous,overgrowth.It fell into my lap,adding to a pilewhere ashes mixedin with the dark.I realize what I havekept covered,wished to be smothered.It is deaththat cannot die,as
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Flesh is pulled.Let me lie here to countthe stars, before theyare also gone.Eyes are mounted.Blind spots are manywhile I’m losing countof what I’ve lost.There are oceans,those that have buriedthe endless storiesnever shelved.There are heartsof those who scream,of those who separatelight from dark.I am mostlywhat I am not,while I live,among the gray.I am dreamingof faces to
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Modern Romanticism 