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Counsel me.Funnel me throughwith therapeuticcommunication. I am endinga light, from its source.I’ve decided to untiea bond, with force. Who knows best, but I?I am the one who gave it,under blanketing stars. I am the one who singleda union, to form,though hearts were torn,divided and buried. And I am often hopingfor something to be remade.To bring…
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Long-lost steps,backtracked to that placeof empty safety.You are carefulto not walk on glass,if that means to dodgeyour brittle reflection. Do you see me?I am those shadowsyou’ve gone blind to,while swimmingin that light,from open doors. You’ve retreated,while you’ve depletedyour rotten stale-mateof tears to weep. You’ve abandonedwhat we’ve kept forward,reusing your songof muted harmonies.
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“Outright contrasting two distinct types of diversity, being that of what we know nothing of and what we can know everything about, means that they have nothing to do with each other. Even so, we must think of the former kind as a barrier, though a needed one. While a needed one, it should also…
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Embittered words,a fire to eruptfrom a soul made of water.It is its guardian,to protect from a painthat never settled,never crafted a gardento mimic a thousand colors. All I see are these sparksescaping from blurred vision.All I remember is what left,departed like a bird from handsthat hold onto the snow. What wilts at my feetare the…
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Something’s sure to sparkyour color, in this frame,of mind. Can you mindthese shadows that decoratethis room? Can you make room?Your portrait remains here,still barren and motionless. Isolated wick, without flame,from your heart. Can you start it?Without me, can you present it,a love that drew from dying breaths? You are revealed, but you arestill sealed. Just…
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I’ve brought a ship down,meeting my downfallupon an ocean’s squall.Tears will roar,no wings will soar,making this burdenunable to surmount,when I cannot account. I drift on, on wreckage,weeping in place of keepingwisdom close, on its leash. Pain has become imminent,lost has remained intimate.I feel that wind creep close,brushing pastwhere nothing lasts. Are you seeing this?Just a…
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Washed up,like a blanket upon sand.I’ll present you with warmth,to be colorful, in those cloudswhere surrenderwas your white shroud. Holding a lightagainst that darkness,removing emptinessfrom awareness. I’d love to revivewhat could not survivein those blank pagesof entangled history. I’d love to keep you,kissing you into greatness,lifting you into a sight,as wings give you flight. This…
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Standing there, moving nowhere,as a furnace for this velvet room.Heat radiates from in betweenfolds in those curtains of flesh. I take a step. You push back.You tease, as I aim to please.One look from your eyes,to be lost in allure.One kiss from your mouth,to suffocate on your tongue. There’s an ocean for usto be feral,…
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Stray from those lost words,as you weren’t asking for confusionto keep you circumventing. I am traveling across this bridgeto unify you with infinity.I am walking across these waters,holding hands with thin air,hoping you will come up. Run far from your stranded space,because you were never askingfor me to keep you moving. I walk, without letting…
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A new ghostwho lack wings.A crippled angelwho spreads fever,a warmth to be caged,to forever fade. Who told her to staywith shadows,those that lingeron the edges of her fingers? A candle comes close,with the flame staying distant.Nothing’s ever true,as she melts into morning dew. A sickness to be loved,as sickness demands the flame,though all she casts…
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Blank slate,keeping up withthese times of cold,winter frostupon our bitter souls. Knots that strangleour promises into voids.I wanted to let you knowof these roots,stretching below. I wanted you to seewhat I’ve always believed.I’ve wanted you to findall dreams I’ve kept in mind. The temptation to viewthose paranormal memories,rising as phantomsfrom somewhere deep,from places,where we’ve spent…
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You deceive,in order to ignorethe one who bleedsfor more. For no morecould be given,as I stand, naked,on this scarred shore. I am leaking historybehind me. What’s behind me?What else, if I’ve been letting goof your trail, to set sailinto that undressed sunset? I am letting myself believein shrouding quilts,in oceans that conceal a gardenabandoned, for…
Modern Romanticism 