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Smoke blankets this scene,birthed from a flameas two worlds conjoinfrom a lost unison.From discovering her,I have come to reviewmistakes made,from a past,from a historyI have finallycome to outlast.Her hair curtainsher entire form,built in the softnessof collected clouds,on softer sheets.Her eyes no longerdisguise what she wants,letting what I’m seeingbecome a sole inspiration.She shimmers, she runswith weather…
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It had been wished for,taking the deep diveinto what matters morethan to just survive.But we ended there,at a place, held betweena breath and its relief,a stone and a feather.Nothing had subduedour pain, when our gainwas to keep onwardsmore of our nature,over what we nurtured.Life is an effort,while love is a giftthat kept us givinguntil we…
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I have, at last,seen through to yourunearthed image.It’s been stranglingits own shape,back into contours,back into thin linesno one dared to cross.It’s been your loss,letting grief become envywhere you leak residueonto infinite sands,instead of meadows.I am here to make sureno light reaches you,while purest darknesshas been kept waiting.Death has been standingupright, at a doorI have come…
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I’ve already beendesigning these oceansout of a dying heart,facing dust, falling apartto create those grainsof an endless shore.When will I knowwhen you have seenthe last part of meto be unseen?When will you come,realizing that there islittle left to collect,nothing to resurrect?I am extinguished,being a cloud of vaporfrom a pair of lungs.Are you anguished,knowing I stayed…
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Losing track,as it all unveilsonce we’ve crepttoo close to danger.But there hadalways been a warningin the fading colorsamong dying days.We denied, while wekept crying in the fog.We revived what webelieved stayed frozen.Our fingers werelit candles, to burnour trembling skin,coming closeto whisper one moresecret that wasnever kept.We didn’t wishto bring this forwardto its inevitable end,over to…
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I’ve sprung throughvalleys coated in waste,wandering througha wilderness of no end.Here I am, once more,being a babe in your arms,letting cries becomesmaller than whispers.I’ve carried morethan I can keep.To you, surrounding mein your consoling light,I’ve received springtime’ssplash of evergreenagainst the fog.Will you keep inviting meback to what I nowwill call home?Can you keep letting mefall…
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Shattered shell,an unbelievablewaiting gameI have passed.While tolls werecollected for more,I wished for lessto go on with.I build in thistimeline of recollectiona dream I cannot break,will not wilt its seamsto drown it underregret’s reflection.Before I have more space,I will shelter this hourwhere night meets forever,extending lasting raysfrom so lightweighta morning sun.Before I can continue tobreathe what…
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When I walked in, he was asleep. His eyes closed, though his chest did not rise. I knew. In that moment, I knew. He had nothing left to weep after. No more burden to keep his existence a semi-purposeful one. Nothing more to fight for, because illness had carted it off. Death has given him…
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A desperate urgeto reform the formlessstate of a shape,brings it in,corners it underHeaven’s light.Newborn, if it canawaken from a stillborndistancing from onebright necessityto be what it should,lets me, to bewho I will.Rewrite the death,let it roam acrossthe fertile shorelinesof a beautiful,startling paradise.But I’ve buried whatcannot be uncoveredin its cradleof darkest earth.Wide-eyed, I might be,when I…
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We’ve punished progress,having chosen to extinguisha source of warmth,a smile from the sun,while we were on the run,bleeding backwards.What sort of evidencetold us to disguise our trailwith nothing more thanendless ways to fail?We did nothing but lieto a space in the eveningreserved for momentswe should have cried.While we decided tocontinue wanderingthrough a lightless desert,we kept…
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Keeping still,leaning into thisenthralling absencewhere all seemstoo welcoming.We refill our glass,with nothing transparentwith truth deserted.We are nevernear enough to severgladness from madness.We just stand outside,bleeding on the inside.We hold out our hearts,hopeful for the windto drag its scentof entrenched ironto one more station.What else is waiting?Who else is hopingfor our long recovery?Can we keep countingheartbeats…
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It went from its infernoto embrace a monochromatic,exhibit of bleak clouds.We learned to cut connectionto paint our barren reflections.Deceiving the vowthat we decided on,tearing down towerswe would stand on,after it was the timewhen a sacred paradisewas in fullest view.All went well,until that alien swellinto a different direction.It came with its pull,its force upon our heels,driving…
Modern Romanticism 