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Our emptiness,it demands to befilled with gravity.We will hold weights,gripping swollen flesh,sometimes, the air,as time stands stillin a surrounding aura.I’ve built this place,one that has lightto explore your facein smoothest expression.Ripples float throughyour hair, while I rakethese fingers, betweenall I must take.Scents are sacred,while a field brings inseeds that are settlingon your ignited womb.We’re never…
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I’ve rewound a broken clock,reciting those words I saidat a door that stayed open,while her heart closed.I’ve built a system of regretout of time’s infinite grains,bleeding tears in open daylight,writing verse in the darkness.One face is hangingfrom its symmetrical frame,putting no pressure on painthat entices disdain.It holds out a kissfor me to reel back.I’ve felt…
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Who set the sun?Waiting for it,the place won’t matter,when our eyes opento still feel everythingwe’ll come to deny.Who brought the gun?Shooting was meantto kill, not to capture,not to prolong ourshadows into dawn’sdeepest breaths.We’ll be lost,at least for a time,in a sicknesswe’ve yearned for,at the same timebeing one we abhor.I’ll caress your cheek,hearing the same soundat…
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In all that the darknesswill drown, we’ve forcedour footsteps to gowithout consideringthe coming eclipse.Blood-flows stop,passions are desertedafter we’ve gainedno ground, beforethe sun closedour eyelids.Lightless burial,a march in stagnation,spilling words of angerin hues of red,from shades of blue.Shadows replaced it,in a complete sentencingof our hearts, buried inlife’s tireless sins.Shadows replaced us,upon total desertionof our fates, dragged…
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You’ve been exceptional,drawn to the lightwhen others seek shelter,bonding your formto burning hope,as others reachfor the rope.I’ve been followingwhere you’ve been led,drying eyes, cleaning hands,clearing the sightof each of these scars,until they’re namedas lesser memories,among infinite stars.After you, I’ll dipthis flesh full of paininto shoreline grains,ripping myselfsin from limb.I’ll wait for the tideto come in,…
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Forever forcefulwhen we considereda second guessat our soiled direction,bonding skin with skin,letting thoughts sink inat the end of our road.We’ve taken to decidingthat our shouldersare just far too heavy.What weighed us down,buried in an oceanof marble and glass?To recollections,glazed over sour gazesin reminiscent reflections,we’ve gone from clearto deserted and cloudy.What gets brought backis a shower…
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Reopened aftermathcomes forth, colorless,disguised in white,speckled in scattered,shadows of cloudsprepared for rain.Just a mere drizzledrags a heart back intoa repeated tale.Faces are remembered,bodies are embracedwhile seeds becomelost in the wind.A spread of this dusthas fossilized a memoryto be forever etchedonto a half-buried heart.What to defend against,when that feeling returnsto stimulate recollection,to feed anticipation?I want to…
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The shape refuses toconform to its shades,as it remains inthe light of its admirer.I have drawn it,always over again,while I return to itunder all silent nights.Bitterness comes backto this mouth, missingwho I brought close,face-to-weeping-face.We would smear tearsfar from its location,while we smiledto bring up our heartsfrom ever drowning.We would take flight,wrapped in the sunwith its…
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Whispering comes,leaving needless destinationsfor our feet to findwhen we are alwayscrying on the shoulders,where the temptationsdecide where wewant to hide.Love blowsin different directionsits sterile seeds,raising nothing more thanhusks to create more ofthose familiar shadows.For we will bealways yearning todiscover what wewere not meant to believe,remaining lost on a highwaythat never upkeeps speed.Wanting saviorsto dispel the…
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What has released usinto the wide-open?We’ve been drinkingnothing but emptiness,dust and air,pledging to becomeall that we’ve fearedreturning to,being nothing otherthan knots in our hair.For love, we chokeon sugar-coated smiles,where words will justform the buildingsthat lengthen shadows.I whisper, I’ve kneltto offer a soiled prayerto skies, brimming withpatterns that matchour circular anticipation.We fear what wemight become, under…
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Our voices,always shaken,like the debristhat were oncemirrors for ourself-conscious,startled minds,now beingfor our skinto bleed.Love floodsin unkept promises,making our scarsyearn to be beautiful,drawn in incomplete,hideous outlines.Nothing connectsfrom end to end,nor had connectedfrom world to world.A nest, for two hearts,is where we keptour searing warmth,where we put our handswhen fleeing from cold.Now when we arediscarded like piecesof…
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I’ve often recededwith these tears, back intoshadows of past moments,digging into scars,redrawing the wounds,lifting a heaving chestto drag it back downwith the setting sun.Coming into your lighthad been a forged destiny,but I’ll never knowwhat I ever meant,when arms are broken,being unable to fixwhat is lost.When I said to youI’ll never float apartfrom your once-yearningdistant heart,I…
Modern Romanticism 