Romance
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What is this?You’ve been stirringthe same mixturefor your lust,your yearningfor eternity.Love is not a shapefor you to grasp,when it is not whatyou ever let inwithout letting go,once it beginsto snow.The taste of ashon your lips,the burial of facesin your heartremain as detailsturned awayafter you recollecttheir residue.Your heart limps,your mind is twistedinto a stateyou are dancing
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Why do you continuethis uneven race?Dissolving foundations,erasing creationreprimanding yourselffor what’s left.It’s captured youover again, repeatedlyawakening youto sunlightthat you refuse.Life is a giftthat others give.You do moreto repress it in burial,returning to it,its place as a void,to scatter dead petals.Thickening tears,widening eyesare from faint memoriesthat enter in,that go out, always whenyou are hearing cuesto let you
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A torch held closeburns skin into oneintoxicating aroma,causing sight to shift,a heart to reverseits devotion, its spillageback into endless,needless ridicule.What was Iin your mind,in your life,if not another flakeof stillborn dust,dried with the bonesbeing buried,being deserted?If I could,I’d tear outthe one memorythat keeps the wavesraping such skin,clawing awaywhat I hopeto save.I’ve been scoldingthe clouds, the
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Untied from hopeinto becomingits distant relation,while dissolvingyour evidence,your bare scarsinto memories.Light will remainwhat you crawlback up to,revolving aroundthe place of thoughts -those brought back,dragged near.It is a mere glimpseto a distant time,as eclipses have turnedthose moments,those that escaped,into swirls of dust.Faces swim,such memories drywith the reused tearsyou appear to cryto drown relived secondsback into the
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Simplest soothingat your vestige,your cold disappearancefrom one warm night,as I can still seewhere you danced,leading lightsbefore you burned outbeyond an open door.Love is no loyaltyin place of the skinyou survive on.Lust is your remedywhen tasting secondsyou’ll swallow.You’ve been givingwhat you can’t containon your own,depriving yourselfof the softnessyou leave in the memoryof the wicked.There’s your fleshthat
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It has been hardto even walk,wired with connectionto a fatal historyI’m unable to dismemberfrom its place,while I rememberwhen I retrace.Footsteps are loud,as heartbeats are louderduring the loudestof silent nights.I want to weepwhat I cannot grieve,if there’s anythingother than a stoneto hold upto skies all voidof their stars.I want to cryfor a spaceI cannot see,as blurred
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Come upwith dropletsof your paranoia,seeing the namethat remainsunchanged.When the sunlighthits your eyes,will you saythe words that youhave longed to hearyourself say?When the facesof those you’ve lostare recognizedto have goneto the furthest partof your tortured heart,will you unleashthe hurts you save?Will you weepwith all that drownsthe earth you neglectto upkeep?Tears could beyour melting point,to reach whereyou
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Something still stingssomewhere whereyou’re hearing echoes,imprisoning your sorrowin the aftermaths,never letting tomorrowbe the cleansing.It’s the stateyou’ve surrenderedyourself for,crippling your mindon all you hate.I can be onewho will be buryinga burning kiss,but will you growto be that someonewho will be yearningfor more?There is onlyso much that onecan ever do,while you’re drinkingthe past, for its fire.You’re never
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You’ve hung on,carrying shadows,trailing dustfrom your moth-like,unfolded wings.There’s everythingthat curtainswill not containif you wish,if you listen.Let your lossbe the lightthat fills the voidyou mean toescape into.Come close tostare in a mirrorwhere your desolate,feeble figuretrembles in terrorfor what you findtoo slowto be what saves.Your decaying heartleaves debrisin your smile,where liesare conceived,while a lifeis deceived.A noose will
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Enforcement calls,sympathizing with tormentthat dulls itselfto a soothed hum,a whisper in myformless heart.I am nowhere nearwhat I hope to be,lingering with tragedyas this life’songoing blight.There is somethingto hold, with much morewith withhold,drawing remembered,dismantled facesin the dustfrom an hourglass.I continue with lightdying for itself,under the breathof profanity.I move onwardwith a fractured frame,capturing a depictionof this heating
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For terror to incur,for fire to surrender for,you are tumblingwith weeds at your kneeswhere you are kneeling.The sun is risingat a horizonyou are unable to see,walking with iron,with strengthleaking from veins.You look backto see the developing,enveloping fogthat surrounds sceneryyou need to abandon.There’s nothing there,besides the great emptinessyou’ve held on for.Will you ever retracewhere your harboring
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A year, forwardwith painted lettersdissolved into smears,laced with tears.All of them, delicatein their storied approachinto the next yearwhere details are similar.I face the folds,trace the secondsback to their epiphany.I am naked where I go,holding on, while it snowsa shower from the gray.There are pacesbeing memorized,as there are pagesnever to be rewritten,when surroundingsare this frozen.It has
Modern Romanticism 