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If we’ve both been bornto see skies covered in ice,having steered into thisfrozen, pretended direction,we’ve delayed for too longthe place we’ve yet to sayit is where we belong.Concealed within the other’ssoftened reflection, one wheremisinterpretation reigns,as kisses are just like spongesto soak the aftermathof our hearts, within theirtimeworn yearning.Revealing who we are,to the other, to no…
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Fortify what you’vebeen able to amplifywhen you’re breathingwords you don’t recall,while this is allto keep you moving.I write your nameon scars, those youhate yourself for baringfor me, to seehow you ever instillyour hardwired demeanorfor other eyes,using further liesas your disguise.But I do seehow you tremblewithin a voidyou call your light,blending in, too well,with the dustthat…
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A written smileis just your beliefto see what you wantto see, when youare in constant denialwhile in the meanwhileyou have been dyingon the inside.On the outside,you hide your forever’sworth of scarswhere dots are connected,if to keep you deselectedfrom their lines -those you blur.Seeing it, up close,lets me understandwhat’s clear, what’s blandabout your cover-up.No more beautyto…
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I’ve been coming hereto swim in a space,undeserving of an offerof worship, of gratitude,while it mocks meat all angles.I’ve left my heartscattered, after beingfunneled througha spiral, a stateof blanketing confusionwhere what coexistsis between a beginningwith its battlefield.I must make it end,to lose more tearsthan blood, on the wayto opening a pairof solid gates, to initiatea…
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Tell your secrets,while coming closerto reveal what youhave been keeping close,locked in your heartof disdained hearts.A spell to bind us,twist me according toyour disvalued you,while I collectthese cards you’vetossed about.It was nothingto be someone todo this, for you,while you watch me,above your eager,trembling smile.Come even closer,sharing with meall you’ve wrappedon the inside,all that might burnon…
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It is an even field, an evened space between them, or that is what’s assumed. There’s a summer’s sunlight overhead, and a thousand unseen droplets of sweat from a hundred different bodies. All of them, animals. A choice is highlighted. One that acts out in doing what can be done to close this gap. Whispers…
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You found interestfrom what isolated meto become dust,to paint rustonto a motionless,frozen promise.You’ve heard mewhisper through yourparanoid ears,the sounds from withinthe emptiness of a shell.I’ve been crowdingthis world of minewith nothing butthe presence of wine,the color of yourbloodstained lips.I’ve been coveredin your presence,as secretive as hallwaysnever receiving light,as dark as their roomsconcealing your spite.You opened…
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It was always you,forcing yourself back in,seeing me sinkin this mind,as I begin to thinkabout those words.I had said it,that I loved the onewho will eventuallyremain the one,for what that is,locked in shadow.Passions divide,expressions are widein these open laneswhere I am lost,while also found.It is a pain,one that I, for a time,will not demandits departure.For…
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Strength and weakness. Knowing your limits. It’s not to say that an individual should not be encouraged from reaching further. But to know where one is, at their current time in their own life, means that whatever’s being reached for cannot be instantaneously received. Any attitude of impatience seeks to bypass where does strength and…
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Whatever I’ve seen happen to her, stays with her, while I’ve gone to shed tears in private. If I’m to blame, she won’t admit it, and won’t lash out. It isn’t necessary. I recognize it, by myself. For I see what I’ve caused, because I’ve broken down her walls. Four of them. They closed her…
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You’ve fought,bereaving throughthose unwashed notes,tending to woundsbeneath your nails,while you’ve beendigging to uncoverliquid tragedy.Weep for more,let it be what youcome to adorewith cluttering ruinsfilling those spaces,between rivers.To building blocks,to winding clocksthat will count downthe seconds, untilyou’re underwhelmed,having finallymade your home.Treasure it, do notmeasure it to limit it,being outside that circuswhere you had oncefelt at ease…
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Having covered ourselvesin quilts, stellar to beall we imagined to be.But we were deceivingword after word,believing in a promisedevoid of a future.We filled gaps with air,isolated mountains to cross,for we were just unableto fulfill our pledge,to see a need to exert,to divorce from loss.In both our visions,we failed to see theseforced scenes,these fields of fireafter…
Modern Romanticism 