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Adrift, you’ll bewishing for stones to becloser to contain the fire.You choose to bethat far, while watersare leaving your eyes,making for a sea,one that remembers,after it dismembers.I’ve come to repeatthose words that you calla comfortable lie.I do not aim to leave itlike a weight in your lap,if you can connect it,its meaning to a manwith…
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Shattered bya written destiny.A formless promise,to be defied, if onlyher river will runthe other direction.She stares, from outsidea storm’s interior,examining all that hasdecor upon decor,until it goes from whiteto black, in the stillnessof another anchored night.She fears for her inabilityto find it in herself, to release,into an ocean’s coming ease.She continues to intake,to inhale, never…
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I was wrongto let these handsfind their wayto close arounda light, discovered inthe prison cell of someonewho wanted to remaincovered in her stains.I cannot cleana certain sickness,from the heart of onewho finds no meaningin a foreign devotion.She views these attemptsto bring her into viewof a scene, that hasbeen grown out of weatherthat does not differthe…
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Pass your torchto the other side,as a signal for reunion,a sentiment, to revisitall that came undoneafter it was a knotaround our necks.If I come crawling,will you accept the treatmentof a heart that yearnsfor another treatmentof the same love,the same stardust?Something has gleamed,though we’ve ignored itfor fear of being hurtwhen lost under each other’smeandering footprints.Something has…
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Alabaster. Through all,I devote your depiction,bringing life to this canvas.A mind remembersall it can, when I’ve drawna circular frame on walls,where even soundsare fossilized.I’ll bleed us dryfor a connective scenery.I’ll give it an anchorto weight it intothe ocean of a heart,leaving its wounds opento continue this creation.For curves to rival this world,this soil, where I’ll…
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We were right, when webegan to considerall that we ended, by ignoringwhat we were breathing.Inside the flames,a heart stirred, a mindhad blurred realityinto an infinite swirl.A fierce notion,two burning emotionsfrom the same source.Pledging our devotionto a sickness, where its feverwarmed our quivering hands.Blind to the mileswe yearned to cross,though we did moreto flee, rather than…
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I choose what I cannot undo,loosening a tongue, hanging stonesaround the hollownessof this throat, breathing ineverywhere you’ve beenexhaled into vapor.I come, crawling on these knees,waiting for another ascensionto your face, to embed furtherthis heart, in the solid formof a liquified kiss.What will I become,written to becomejust another word beforea dying sun?When will I bring backa…
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Through example and force, or knowledge and ignorance, or the long-term and the short-term, you’ll see scenarios taking place as oppositions in between equality and equity. Forcing a hire into a position where skills were once the primary consideration had to have been a move with force involved when it will always be a person’s…
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Baring yourself.A return to history’ssunken roots,as I condemn the actionof no considerationof what you could be,outside the ruin.Believing notin yourself, under a lightthat transfers its clarityof all wrongs you committedfor this existence of yoursto its solace,an unsafe return.I’d label the spaceswhere you’d drown,as I’d give another gleamto a road you might take to,outside of all…
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Helpless, your sorrowfeeds on its own cruelty.I’ve come to grantwater to your fire,saving you from yourblindness, your smokethat trails into infinity.I’ll lift what heavinessdistracts your shouldersfrom hands, made to inspire,made to present your retreatinto an embrace,one you’ve yearned for,one you’ve long ignored.Bliss is an ingredientI’ll present, I’ll multiplyupon your tongue,within your hands.Have what sweetnesswill coat…
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To your aftermath,I’ve left pagesunwritten, while youkeep close to yoursacred passage in history.Tears should beburied residue,rising only whenyou reminisceover things, left behind,abandoned to remindyour fulfilled mindof different footprints,going forward.When will you gatheryour thoughts, in a circle?When will you welcomewhat exists, here?We’ve introduced youto something to celebrate,while you are contentto be hindered.You wish to be the…
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Wondering. Always wondering. At what? Only a mystery. It has been kept in a darkness, swelling in all its oceanic curves. Though, there is no symmetry. There is no place a certain divide can be viewed, should that be evidence of a clean divide. We see her, jagged and raw. She looks over her shoulders,…
Modern Romanticism 