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I’ve been breathing out,in years of being withdrawn,wandering within,wandering without. I have left shadows openfor display, but who’s to saywhen another door will opento reprieve me from the gray? Disillusioned in countless,bottomless perspectives. I have become numb,I have become mute,walking forward,while thinking backwards. Who will run this direction,to bring forth their light?Whomever aroundremains left?Whomever aroundcan…
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Let me into see what came first.Progress paces itselfaccording to the next thought,though you are presenting yourselfin subtlest regression. Back to whenlife never began,heartbeats were notever a signal for birth,while formlessnessshapes this scene. Replace your grace,as it never was.Fall with me,honing our needs,our cries to bewhat becomes a seed, in a test of anticipationto be…
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Dried eyes,exhausted flesh.A sun will igniteyour remembrance,as a pristine sign.You were once leftto awaken, while fueledto be nervous and shaken. I empathize,as I immortalizeyour design.A shape that twistslike that ropethat tugged at your throat. I’ve done littleto reprieve your nature.You are overgrownin your thorns,upon death,rehearsing a cessationto an endless sensation. I have loved,while I kept…
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Leftover, being heated underthis unkind standard,kept at that line drawn on your lips.Who were you speaking to,when our clouds had vaporized? We were revealed,with wounds that were neverthis much hemorrhaging,until emptiness. A letter was unsealed,while words were brought closer.I filled them in our softness,though you lit a match. Who were you running to,when sceneries turned…
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This time spent,sinking into thoughtafter burial of isolating,fragile depictions. Songs were wept,bodies were tracedin their unity, as I have been marching,sleeping with these roses, as I set gardens aflame,while losing controlof who and what to blame. Down to earth,a miracle would break opena long-closed eye,spilling what should bebrought out, brought within,into hands that clutch the…
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I came around,flooding tears through town,soaking our palmsoutstretched to a skythat shone its exhausted light. I bled, for both of us,relighting wicks to igniteour eyes, within draining twilight, for a moon was not ableto leave alone our fright. We were concealed, in arms,while unable to discarda falsehood, this space of evidence.Its harm, its purpose to…
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Here, in these yearsI’ve come to know you,you’ve let your form limpto be a cover to these pages,to be a fold upon this storythat stays, to be written. I unmask you, reveal you,watering your woundsto raise to you a bleak Heaven,hearing your heartbeatwhile counting the seconds,until a storm begins to depart. You return, to be…
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Dancing around puddleswhere reflections were madefrom stalled thunderclouds,while recollectingwhat little time we hadto depart, to soon embarkon that second journey. A lasting measure,in seeking seconds for moreto unwind for, in this heatof knowing when to depletethe gold from the ivory. We tasted each other’s lips,went across our sacred miles,healing scars, marching onthrough wounds that we…
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Who were you,before this tempestbrought you into sympathies,unexplored for endless,forceful heartbeats? Who did you becomewhen you clung upon me?Were you still a noiseless echo,transferring between halls,emptying words as easilyas those stones you carried? All of us have a willto repel. But you were here,finding sanctuaryamong a hollowed out sphere.You did not drift,in becoming that whichkeeps…
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On that path,removing watchful facesfrom streaked sidelines.On this stretch,leaves are decoratingwhere progressbecomes cleared stains,on a revealing road. Landing down, a downpourclears what stills itself,to remain in thisheated outpouringof crude honesty. Running down, from eyes,carving rivers on a formless shore,tides are flowing througha sickness that needs its saving,from that eternal craving. Healing begins at a woundon…
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Misplaced thought,misunderstood notionthat begged an emotion,a teardrop to create a markthat solidified our start,from a liquified stateas we arrived, too late. Here, is loss,as you are beginningat an ending I held,at a distance, in mind,as I have been waitingfrom far behind. There, from across,I have let sadness crawlup to me, displaying to meits constant renewal,…
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Spent heart, final remarkto send me wishing for a secondthat will lift you from a fading scar.Tired eyes, written reprise,while these lips ache for moreto burn after, to burn beforeI walk ahead, again. My eyes drop countless spotswith similar angles,to mirror a reflection,your resurrection. Your hand slipped with the rain,that dances off rough pebbles,on a…
Modern Romanticism 