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A constant streakwhere breaths get released,pushing seeds out intoa field, for theirdecided deliverance.Light will be ours,out on this great expanse.We were overwhelmed,while we were desperate,to keep emptyingour shelves, of stories,of our enemies,our clouds.We mean to embracea time, in renewal,reborn to never rewindour lives back intosurviving in those landscapesthat burned in a fever.To approach the other,to…
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If you are able to hear me,through this thickening mist,a voice is begging youto survive the fall.What I forged,what I have handed youare the keys to a better,safer tomorrow.But you still walktowards that familiar cliff.You still bleed your veins,remaking the same stains.Survive it, when youcomplete your approachto that revisited spot.Attempt to rectifyyour life, among four,different…
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We’ve been waitingwhile giving each othermuch-needed space,disclosing secretsin rooms full of dust.We’ve been spillingwhat’s left in our eyesonto floors that turned red,bloodshot with our sightthat burns, that stares.This will get better,for us to bloom underall we’ve been crowdingin our heads, to keepwondering when.Death knows nothingbut its own tragedy.Our love pursues,keeping curtains open,keeps veins spillingtheir bold…
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Living in reverse,rewriting our lovein careless verse,denying all that diedin between sacred secondswe were able to cry.I want us to crawlback to that holeall our shadowsever put us.Even if all we dois lie to the sun,become blind to light,perhaps the darkness,just the darknessunderstands us.Even while we evaporateour breaths, into cold space,daydream under the moon,making wishesin…
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Rowing time uphill,believing in the bestof words, spoken whenI’ve stood in those fields.Lightning flashesmore in my heart,than in the sky.Watering eyes,driving one more sunto cease its sleep.Shaking hands,releasing breathsupon welcoming light.I fold the pagesof my storyover the lessonsI still have yet to learn,battling this sufferinguntil I can bea soldier coming home.Bleeding hands,dancing to the morningafter…
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It has been all she’s chosen. With words, she find assurance. Even if a promise cannot be kept, she’ll return to the shell. She’ll return to where what had been audible was first a whisper. She’ll seek comfort in that. Wide-eyed, curious of mind, and with an appetite to want something that never moves, she’s…
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Recreate this stream,brought forth, from areflective puddle,a strained ocean.Relive a lost dream,while believing in its ruin,all over again, in thisreused afterlife,upon memorized agony.Remake an abandonment,blossoming what onewill trust to go down,to fall back to that gate,where sceneries arejust cold blankets.Disguise the serenitywith faded remedies.Wilt what has alwaysgrown to be deprived.Resurrect it, with torchesgrasped at the…
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Another tragedyonce called a hope,as endless as repeated expectationfor morning to return.You could not returnto a world we were guiltyof ever imaginingto be our home,built with stonesthat would come tobe those to wound us.We loved untilwhat was once widebecame nothing but pride.We loved untilwe shared the same veinswe were bleeding from.We loved until weneglected to…
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I have been here,to encourage you tosurrender yourself intoour extensive vibrancy.You’ve been cryingfor a different dream,a nightmare, one of whichyou had no powerto transform it into lightat the click of a switch.You had no meansto turn yourself fromwhat’s been haunting you.Here, I’ve remained,standing where stainsare the spotswe’ll both clean.Come to infinityto seek counsel,to see how…
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Locked within weatherthat deteriorates our eyes,that makes us smileonly when we cry.We been searchingthrough these feelings,seeking some othermethod for relief,reaching for one otherroute that roundsour self-destruction.We wish for ourfreedom, our forgiveness,washing our hands inall the darkness between us.It’s all we can do,while being stars apart,losing tears fromour faces, bound inthese infinite traces,surrounded bythe dust that…
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Which waywould have gotten uscloser, to one another?It might have beeneither way where wemight have ever believedthat the destinationwas worth all ourdecided exposure.What other waymight have broughtour lips closer,to say what we wantedto ever say?Being dragged intoeach other, bonded in rope,frozen with the hopethat kept pages loose,kept words floating.No one wanted to saywe were suffering…
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For stones we surrenderto the depth, of an oceanwe have begun to rememberwhere we drowned,where we were cleansedof pain, of selfish gainin inarticulate aftermaths.It was always timeto let go of the rainwe kept on the inside.It had long been our timeto no longer see the sun,to not blind ourselvesto hope’s shapelessness.We deserved better,though we needed…
Modern Romanticism 