Pain
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Open to the fogencoring our curse.We’ve blanketeda surviving stormwith our smokefrom our aftermath.Blind to vast destruction,dreaming of our stepsbeyond black decay.White mistwe devote to hope,upon a savior’s kiss.Blank pagesto rewrite our history.Denial’s chimeholding out a torchto light up a pathwaywith virgin snow.Our love,birthed to be reversedafter all our lessonswe failed to learn.Life merits a worldwe’ve…
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“A smile is a stone, made for fire. Beneath that hardened mask is a puddle, where our sorrows were held down to be drowned. We held down our tragedies beneath a weight, a stone, our false smiles, though we could not help it when the fires grew to reach others and burn them away. We…
Modern Romanticism 