Love
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Come here.Drown there,relived in teeming agony.We’ll fall, coming closeto death, once more,being relit with a single candlenear an open sore. Kisses for this connection,an embrace upon that resurrection,with love, like a toolto fix what cannot be broken,even if, even whenpieces of our reflectionare decorating our flesh,on bleeding cuts. Taking down stars,raising wars,believing in things that…
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Tossing around, pushing throughtears and long-relived years,escaping embraces, inside tunnels,needlessly mourning the roadswe dared to defend, and always, if not foreverdenying what was meaningto mend. I am certainthat lakes will, one daydry themselves upon hearts,with no more sadness,nothing else to rainfrom those depleting yearswe were taking the fall. I am reassuredthrough oceans that werewalked upon,that…
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The same songcarried, from lipsmade of marble. Who were you,other than anotherlong-casted shadow? I felt sunrisesleaking into minutes more,hanging on like forsaken blessings,hanging like curtainsthat were draped over your face, at the final stage,the final mile. Who were you,other than one moreflake of dust, set upon a shoulder,with no hand, no glimmerof light from some…
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Was it too muchwhen candles were relit? Was it too muchwhen dispositions were relived?Revived – from the burning shell,a transparent hell,a forest fire,where all your life’s eternityhad been a tragic calamity. I knew too much.You grew too much,out from my bloody thorns.I laid a priceon my fiery forehead,a fever you constantly touched,but never judged. At…
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Maybe at the edgeof the bridge, you’ll seewhose rope you were tugging,while holding hands with the smokethat exited from mybloodstained lungs. Maybe you’ll see to the endof the universe, and whenyou get back, you’ll hear a differentrhythm to that heartbeat, the one you called “familiar”,the one you said wasn’t similarto your more recognizablefeelings, as ripples…
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I suppose,that in this weather,I would stay the same. Though we were bleeding, together,washing our hands in each other’sunforgiving eyes, nothing could sweep the stains,originating from beneath your feet. I swiped the more rain-soaked strandsfrom covering your face,while I scared the demons awayfrom reliving your momentsyou were ever away, cowering like children do,plagued by thoughts…
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I cannot tell,nor can I remind myselfthe differing aspectsbetween a lake or an ocean,while both are formingat mere eyes apart. I keep believingthat Neptune will have itself,of its own reflection – not mine,not from one who cannoteven see the sun, without burning backwhat I cannot see,when I cannot look back. Lashes. Long scarsupon arms that…
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With greed, with fervor,telling me to devourthe light within your eyes,the sun among your skies,and I’ll hope to undressthose sunset colors, saving droplets, partaking inheated highlights, crossed betweenyour tresses that layagainst your face, your unburdenedshoulders, in theirlowered posture. To residue, atop lakesbrought together for a shipI sail on, I am,returning to what I left, leftoverin…
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Come in, to breathe,nearest to shadows.Realize howdelicate, you are, taking inwhat has been absorbed,from a shrouded history. Having moved, intothis desolate room,to rewrite your nameinto a embracing, silver frame, you were never mentioning morethan everything you abhorred. I have always noticedhow uncertain you were –in closing hands, praying to stars,lifting up oceans, from your eyes,residing…
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Because of oursimilar motions, rowing overfeuding pathways, we havedesigned each otherto capsize another,plunging into deep-red sunsets,reborn glances, breathing in what drowns us,inside those bloodstained kisses. Half-way to trusta lighthouse to guide us,while being half-naked in wherewe find ourselves swimming,while we still sink, and we are always questioningan outcome we saw, before. Are we ever getting…
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Dressed contemptibly,with eyes, drawn at eyelids,artfully sowninto blindness – as you aredreaming of gardens, watering your heartwith facelessness. A note, from history’s coldnesswill keep you open, for more, as to carelessness, to allthat you can afford, I keep you waiting there,folding pages, finding pausesamidst musical sheets. As you fade, as you wadeacross rivers where your…
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Both of uswere gleaming,while only one of uscame to recognizewhich of us,out of all of usfloated higher. Extinguished radiance,at the abandoned onewho fell, from hands to darkness,went far from eyesthat still dropped the stars. To illuminating tearsfrom a burning heart,down to a barrennessspoken of, ignoredfor eons, while it always swallowed wholesomeone’s landscape,breathing in who was…
Modern Romanticism 