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Heartfelt vapor.Turning keyin a doorway that heldeverything. Although, nothinghad ever kept our signals crossingbefore we sheltered,beneath leaves, under an embraceof fog – merely a melted curtain,about us, blinding usinto drifting gray. Where were we to go? Among all those twisting roads,our veins led us nowhere,while shadowsbled us, everywhere. We are belonging – to stayinside this…
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Love stays presented,stilled, like a cadaverrotting under a dim sunlitevening that won’t evercompletely wilt, even if you find me fadingfrom your streaming eyes. Go blind, in your tears, fall behind, in your fears. I’ll be here, saving earth,burying empty space before youstep inside, with fervent grace,with an outline to trace. Even in death, you are…
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Flavors fullof all corners brought close.Back then, those letterswere mirroring usin deathly words. Back whenwe were lost, together,under a ceilingthat came around,sealing us inside an envelope,and sending us down, holding us down,bringing us aroundto see what scars we closed,yearning to never reopen. We’ll be here, choosing toignore our rapid cries,repeated liesto have a token of…
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Loose pebbles.Wonderment. For a second,I thought you were listeningto me, screamingunder colder blankets,than what’s outside, than even what’s insidethis form, full of bloodmelted from ice. Will you ever burnfor another moment more,to bring me warmth,to turn apartthis unbecoming anguish? Sanity will bring meapart from me, back to whatstill shelters meeven in misguided guidance,away from whatstagnates…
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I keep grieving on that last word, hoping that meteors will reverse themselves. Or that an eclipse will bring back its former light. Or that a tidal wave would not have crashed to topple a tower – that tower, the one where we were unified. Being held upright, because there was a desire to be…
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Feeling faint, drifting saint,passing a word through your mouth,letting it leak out, running with the highwaysfrom your eyes, with your tears,with smoke from your past,where brakes never existedin sending you across,in letting you stop. But I’ll come downto your knees, on my knees,soaking you in sunlight,dreaming with your delicate mindof what can come at night,…
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I’ll stay hereto cross paths, to merge shadows,comfortable in what we carvedon sidewalks, heavy witha rush, from fallen rain,soaked in our stories,painted with feetdancing to unending trails. Though, I weep, wantingwhat keeps these shouldersburied down. And are youhearing those footfallson pavement, lost and crippled?I pull loose these tearslike bullets from dead flesh, and are you…
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I re-envisioned someone in a different state. A new world. Another pathway. She drew herself back into collapse, as all things, all memories would fade in her shadow. I drew her in, I carried her home. Many times, I brought her into open arms. Would they close? Would they ever truly close? I embraced an…
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It was a display. A sight. A sight that had nothing for me to see, for that’s what it was. An absence. Neglect. What did she neglect? All of me, from all of her. A part of her had been torn open wide, by love, than for what love did upon me. I felt its…
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Stilled, underone of her stars.This one, by instinct,I follow, buried beneatha puddle of gloom, blanketed in this transparencythat everything had keptits secret certainty. I’ll force, to forgea way forward, though notwhile mirrors are decoratingthese hallways. A mind –a ceiling that connectsall things left behind, connected at pebbles,dissolved into stars. One more, another breathto keep me…
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For how farwill these passions ever stir?Fatal comparisons.Endearing journeysdriven west, brought forwardto serenity’s test, as we fall forwardinto arms that sink,into compassion, underneathpassion, brought lowwith our falling hearts,like all raindropsturned from fire,into relief. To surfaced reconnections,with shells about us,we lived without heartbeats,with smoke that came fromabandoned embers. No one hearsa sound, we used to make,drifting…
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Who knows that brightness?Alike, miserable, and alike,with brittleness to each of herfeathers of wings, tresses that bringhighlights to wounded words, and am I finding answersin these scars? Am I erasing anythingwhen all I have found,could ever find – is her barrenness? A field,an exploration of these feet,over her flesh,wandering to find,to remind a mindof a…
Modern Romanticism 