Love
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We were, under layers,simple infants, learning to talk.Learning to speak,when we wanted to repeatwhen we couldn’t let go. We wouldn’t let go of our stars,fighting endlessly with those wars –those we’d race off to. When we wanted to drown,we wished to seek comfortin our minds. In our minds,where we would let go,of each other. Among…
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I fought, alonga dividing line,replacing your covered formthat bruised itself in the sun.Are there more placesto run, like there are facesfor your sceneryto shun? To reveal you,unveiling youamong blinding lightbrings retaliation from you,bringing yourself backto a forgiving night. Shadows bandage you,smear apart your tearsfrom a wasteful expression.A lone sight, marvelingall of our anticipation, as it…
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You’ve emptied me,as I lay here, sprawling.I’ve remembered youas you are covered in ash.You are deformed,in your hollowness,with tears decorating miles. Your frozen eyes,a stillness that matcheswhere you are standing.There is iceroping your feet,leashing your paceinto an eternal footprint. You do not move.You remain steady,having me, to beyour constant observer. I funnel apart from thisan…
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Thin wires, ripping throughlike slender candles, all the waydown to your fingers, where their edgeswere where I sent screams away.Who drowned to let us float?Who knew as much as we did,while we were always draggingour scars, that close? Portraits are a grave reminderof what we’ve seen in another.Lifted fire, against our cheeks,turning us golden, with…
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“We might tell ourselves that to do what must be done, for another, is a testament to our love for them. In that, we are compensating. For what? For potential loss, of ourselves, of our identity. We hurl ourselves into another to encompass them as we often embrace them, buried under entwined thoughts. In all…
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Elaborate your life, apartfrom the interior.I have heard those echoes,those fears or those memoriesof tomorrow. Was it ever yesterday? Was it when we were allhoping to receive you,to relight your eyes,to erase your cries? A light that retaliatesagainst your vulnerable,venerable self.Just a noble pursuitof nothingness,flinging your steps forward,repeating the emptiness. You anticipate,while you commemorateyour future,…
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Hold it out, as I have –a heart forged from stone.Your touch is brought intoseamless limelight,while vague words are yoursto save yourselfwhat what’s destined to flower. That heart has healedlike a broken bone, into distortion,taking its dive, coming downto sink into an endless ocean. Your hands are upon it,letting it be shroudedin your dark. You’ll…
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Capture this, what we have become,dragged into this – a misfortuneof one we’ve named a safety.Held close, diamonds rush past,in this burning air. We’ve come together, blendedlike dark within dark.We’re entwined in either’s thoughts,facing voids, enough that wehave begun to avoidwhat stirs the most noise. We breathe over each other,loosening tears upon another,while leading ourselves…
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Revealed numbers – our timeto spark memories to our eyesthat let fall tears into opened hands.I see what comes, shimmeringits form into these arms,as I let its damages be mendedin a universe, swollen with love’sblanketing aura. A golden guess, to that amount –a number of stars reflected in an oceanwhere we bathe, where we gatherour…
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They’ve rained their stares,driving their wind,being insensitive, for a sensitivemind that fails to recognizea paralyzed kind. Futures are all abroad,across an ocean of time-lapse.Histories feed over a ropefor a pitiless balance,shouldering sicknesswith one vulnerable witness. Who knows the restof where we go?Losing darkness,finding one’s way backnot to a beginning,though away from an ending. Words are…
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I swear, I’ve seensomeone else, standingfar from me.You are runningwith water, with mireflooding for your gatesto open, to keep you goingto that setting sunthat puts you to sleep. Once, I loveda careless coverageof infinite shadows,while all I came to seeis what brought meto my knees, without mercy. I brought kissesto those overturned hands,loosening stones, losing…
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Bold ones,catering to a blessingthat went out with a candleonce raised,without exhalationto reveal hesitation. Here’s to that lightthat kept refusing us,in our blinded sight. I have been the last onequestioning where you came from.You were, gone with those winds,leaving the same wayyou came in. A long way to walkfrom your delicate rush.No one knew your…
Modern Romanticism 