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Soft, sinking fidelity.Wait, until weopen gifts. Words area disease to devotion,are those bottleslost on an ocean. Thoughts to buildships, to never abandon,never skip overheartbeats, over foldsin bedsheets. For I willhold you behind curtains,when a storm crosses,keep you neededin bleeding burial. Move those riversthrough veins thatnever grow old.I have carved youout of naked ruins.Undress all that.Caress
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It can go on. Thatbitter, fettered taste.Meant to confuse. Notmade to let loosehonest conclusions.How backwardswill we ever think? Those faces wemake, out from heartswe take turnsto break. I let my eyesreach farther,than these hands.I see those skiesbecoming clouded,before bedsheets of rainwill fall. Emboldenedpuddles, a reflection of ourglances, withinuncovered dances. Suffer me, gentlyto a moon that
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Pull our breaks.Pull out what breaks,leaking through a heater,washing through with fever.Our sun comes up,wakes up to ourdawning breath,on oceans where wecollect. Lovers dive,love survives.A heart, under shelter,where it survives.Late bloom,we ended enoughto cultivate.We brought enougharound, to fertilize. Cross those eyesupon cross-roads.Anywhere will be ourresting placeto reside. Passion escapes froma morning’s sigh,between flaming boughs.I will
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Alongside, where oursubmerged, jealous mindshave been cagedwith bars of sticks.It prepares to burn us,readies to turn usapart, from vindication. We walk to go on,while staying idlein our bloodstreams. We have walked past ourempty graves, on stagnant feet.To kneel, with a symptomrising to our eyes. Our pain, that screams.Kept here, to teemin a forest of mist,where
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Curves dance. Rejoicethat waters will wield you,beyond backwards unknowns.You have long knownthat our hearts were tongue-tiedupon crippling lies.Chosen words blanketedour once-honest hearts,left a web, wherewe will not stare. Our closing door, lefta pull for you to shut youreyes to me. Let your releasebe to places I cannot find.Let your woundsbe closed for no morevows to
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Tear your heart, apartfrom its sleeve. I let youweep. Even whenit rains, from high above,we descend into undividedlove. We wake froma burning conscience,a stark blindnessto see a sun blinking back,illuminating our wounds. Kisses to close. Smears tooclose. Life exits outtwo doors, decided enoughat which one to open.We left our shellsat that opposite shoreline,abandoning our cover,our
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Careful when you rise.Our foundations might shakewith each pressing goodbyeto a phantom at that door.Folded limbs, forgotteneyesight against dark,sheer coveringsover trembling flesh. Melt as a candle,birth yourself from burns.At a corroded fossil,twisted of limbs in eroded stone,fueling this conflagrationhighlighting our resignation. Blank skin. Written, blank checkswith invisible ink. Becausewe will fade into our own life,without
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Latelywhen miles turninto missiles,when wrong directionsbecome correct mistakes.We slip on reflections,becoming broken glassin mirrored hearts. A kiss of rapid splendor,dropping repeated wordsfrom weathered,parched lips. We thirst for not giving enoughto raise a smile from oceans.We pour salt againstcracked skin, quaking sinin that desirous mood. Grieving in this cravingto keep falling overboard,to send anchors to ceasea
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A wish. A choice tohave our fires extinguished.You lived, until youasked for forgivenessfor where fires hissed. We lost our scars,our memories. Somewherealong this main road,we fell off. To a slowdecline to end sunshine,we decided with our eyesto seek heartfelt lies. Comfort inside deception,with loss. Outside of resurrectionwhere blood becomes holy. I want those lips to
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One walk towardsa lover’s heart bendingbackwards for a fall,has her praying beneathdestruction, where it comesmore from lips overeyes, that weep. There are piecesreflecting backward inthis mirror ofnaked, torn skin.Living in deprivation,depriving in resignationwhen smiles are liftingrocks inside a throat. Seeing you in smears,lessening your memoryin bold, clear tears.Wherever to followyour clouds, high above,I sense you
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Simple torture,bared exquisiteness.Laying there without a heartbeat.I have come, expecting a feast,while here you yield. You pause before this cliff,hoping our moon will fall,to drown an ocean into wide pale.I lift, while you siftthrough memories in onevanishing heart. Let your tears dropinto departing sunlight.Nothing quite quells your frightas rain being shed into light.Mixing torment with
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“Strength lies not in physical brawn nor masculine stupidity. Strength comes in this form of having control over emotions, where those emotions, if desperate enough, will take to all offerings of power that come in a desperate person’s lap.” – Modern Romanticism It must be considered that when a person happens to be desperate, it
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