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Who were we?Under synchronized sunrises,dust began floating. We were feelingwhat two lovers will drinkfrom their cups, of extended toll. Passing on a highway, to that driftwhere we explored insideour eyes, for fountains of depth. What did we see?A plain of emptiness,a space of white, soon to bedrawn over in collectionsof starlit photographs, until we had…
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A wild tasteof our empathetic journeyleaves us murdered,leaves us open.Are you hearing this?A heart has fallenin love, with a stone,has found itself alone. Am I hearing you?You are a step too heavyto keep walking upon,because I cannot get ridof what resides. You’ll pay your price,just as I will – the tenantsof our heartswill not be…
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You knew betterthan to wander backto those marks,as I knew betterthan to keep youturning back, than tokeep rewinding backour cruel history. I left openings in a road –graves for many miles.I deserted beautyto be answered by another,while I driftedinto space, outside of ourwinterly yearnings. I knew betterthan to keep us walking,as we knew betterthan to…
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Between the rush, delicatein what we touched.I am reliving our fever,for its warmth. I’ll not commit,with eyes, under blankets,under where we oftentook to rewinding. Wind had blown outour candles thatbrought ignition to our gray.Faces had run outof their tears, withoutanything leftto bring closer. I am reliving this fire,burning beneath those curtains,the ones that decoratedwhat windows,…
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We were, under layers,simple infants, learning to talk.Learning to speak,when we wanted to repeatwhen we couldn’t let go. We wouldn’t let go of our stars,fighting endlessly with those wars –those we’d race off to. When we wanted to drown,we wished to seek comfortin our minds. In our minds,where we would let go,of each other. Among…
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I fought, alonga dividing line,replacing your covered formthat bruised itself in the sun.Are there more placesto run, like there are facesfor your sceneryto shun? To reveal you,unveiling youamong blinding lightbrings retaliation from you,bringing yourself backto a forgiving night. Shadows bandage you,smear apart your tearsfrom a wasteful expression.A lone sight, marvelingall of our anticipation, as it…
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You’ve emptied me,as I lay here, sprawling.I’ve remembered youas you are covered in ash.You are deformed,in your hollowness,with tears decorating miles. Your frozen eyes,a stillness that matcheswhere you are standing.There is iceroping your feet,leashing your paceinto an eternal footprint. You do not move.You remain steady,having me, to beyour constant observer. I funnel apart from thisan…
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Thin wires, ripping throughlike slender candles, all the waydown to your fingers, where their edgeswere where I sent screams away.Who drowned to let us float?Who knew as much as we did,while we were always draggingour scars, that close? Portraits are a grave reminderof what we’ve seen in another.Lifted fire, against our cheeks,turning us golden, with…
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“We might tell ourselves that to do what must be done, for another, is a testament to our love for them. In that, we are compensating. For what? For potential loss, of ourselves, of our identity. We hurl ourselves into another to encompass them as we often embrace them, buried under entwined thoughts. In all…
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Elaborate your life, apartfrom the interior.I have heard those echoes,those fears or those memoriesof tomorrow. Was it ever yesterday? Was it when we were allhoping to receive you,to relight your eyes,to erase your cries? A light that retaliatesagainst your vulnerable,venerable self.Just a noble pursuitof nothingness,flinging your steps forward,repeating the emptiness. You anticipate,while you commemorateyour future,…
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Hold it out, as I have –a heart forged from stone.Your touch is brought intoseamless limelight,while vague words are yoursto save yourselfwhat what’s destined to flower. That heart has healedlike a broken bone, into distortion,taking its dive, coming downto sink into an endless ocean. Your hands are upon it,letting it be shroudedin your dark. You’ll…
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Capture this, what we have become,dragged into this – a misfortuneof one we’ve named a safety.Held close, diamonds rush past,in this burning air. We’ve come together, blendedlike dark within dark.We’re entwined in either’s thoughts,facing voids, enough that wehave begun to avoidwhat stirs the most noise. We breathe over each other,loosening tears upon another,while leading ourselves…
Modern Romanticism 