Love
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Symptoms come loose,screams come close –sounds that have exited,only to returnwith more danger. I’ve remembered each timeyou have severed yourself,outside this wall of fog.Connected in exhalation,disconnected without remission. You’ve respected that burn.A fever, a torch to illuminateyour disorder, in beingsomeone who remains broken.You count shardslike how I count fingerprints,upon your form –a vase to hold…
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A backlogto remind a spiritthat it must completewhat it cannot delete.A spinning coin,a note of which sideit might fall,though there’s a paradecelebrating both ends. I am rewindingmy mind to see myselfdrifting to either sideof a moon, cast in either blackor white, in spiteof a need to reengagewith what’s right. I know not of what’s right,even…
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Draw in that company.Decide on what to conveywhen contours remainto design that shape,caught in the blue,out of the blueof an ocean’s vastness,of a soul’s depth. I wish for what mustalways commit to that lustbeneath sheets, an angel’s wings.Will guilt be freedwhen we are both highin temptation’s lead? I’ve captured our storyin pages, boundless and discrete,emptied…
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Lost underseveral million dropletsof sweat, rain,bitterness in pain,for you still lingerin this smoke,blending in with mein broken mirrors. Long enough,it has been, to labelthis experience with remorse.Nothing has been hereto refrain me, to restrain mefrom blossoming a thorn,from an image this torn. Blinded, stinging eyessee nothing of clarityof my disguise,while I am lengthening rippleswith memories…
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I’ve signaled it,your smooth rushinto bottomless surrender.A love that has held its flavor,throughout these yearswhen we’ve merged, to continue to meldat a kiss, one that swellsour aura, towards Heaven. You’ve known,at those catastropheswhere we’ve grown,seeking rediscoveryamong lightless times.I’d love to still our presence,to capture our secondsin an hourglass of remembrance. Come close,bringing that curtainwith careful…
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I’ve never knownwhen to remember less,supporting the existenceof a scentless garden,with needless resistance. When I seek a foot forward,I am moved. I am broughtback to those ways,among these cloudy days. I’ve never learnedwhen to accept a sunset,healing hurt with further hurt,hoping that pain will returnto fill an empty cup. When I place a glancetowards a…
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Handprint.Imprint mein your memory,though I’ll be restless,awakening every hourto keep you sour,to keep you knowingof those seeds you’re sowing. You are walkingacross a thin rope,hanging onto symmetryin its tainted mimicry. You are soakingyour eyes, in lakes,hoping to be shapedin discrete formations. Footprint.Walk aside,though I’ll be inside,waiting for you to fall,waiting for you to calla name,…
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These symptomsof a sickness where rustwill form upon skin,upon a graying texturewhere oldness becomes coldness,as eyes are decidingmore of an endingthan these unquenched lips. I remind myself,back to a timewhen light came aliveat first glance, at a momentwhen a spark had beenan instant to be revived,when delusion had beenthat sustenance to survive. I recall that…
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Tortured under rain,with your final word in.Under your breath,sheltered with these stains,blank in this ruinwhere faces are crossingfrom their forms, their historiesretraced from their passing. I am attached to those signson a road, soaked in aftermath.I have not bloomed in this ungraceful,expensive method to see me through,to see me at peace,among those who residein this…
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Open veins,a tissue to accompanya teardrop’s epiphany.Something is smearedupon these floors,as water comes near. I cannot convene,cannot conversein bleeding verse,as these woundsheal in reverse. I am backtrackingto where light had beguna moment, one that lastednear a rising sun.I remember all that enteredinto this skeletal frame.I added no color,being blinded as a newborn,darkened in sightunder love’s…
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I have for yousomething to believe in,though you’ve turned intosomeone I cannot redo.You’ve lost temper,becoming rusted, within.You’ve shown restraint,backing yourself against wallswhere portraits hold,while color is lost. We’ve been unfortified,lacking strength in these tides.We’ve been weaponizedin reusing old designs,because we’ve never developedbeyond a grim disguise. Selling ourselves to shame,wielding hearts for this placewhere memories turned…
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Pain does bring back that rain,though summer is always warm,while autumn sheds those leavesI should have uncoveredto see remaining green. Love had reused old memories,while life turns to ashessome sense of symmetry.What was I feeling during spring,when during those throes of winterthere’s no color left to bring? Shredded photographs,fog that conceals this townwhere I am…
Modern Romanticism 