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Pain follows its footstep,under where we criedwith blue in its dimmest hue,wired in this shelterwhere storms never pass,deserving usborn upon another,bleeding where weare distantly smothered. Thunder fadesto come, again, as weare each crack in a treethat grows if only to showwhat it did not know. We are those flamesthat conceal ourbrittle wounds. Nothing tolive for,…
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Muted, in thesefaces of grief,poisoned in a shellthat keeps revealingpictures from Hell.Your eyes,a cross between voids,carrying memoriesthat keep me fadingsomewhere betweengray and a passing day. Near to whereyou rest, under meas I kneel here,kissing sands, holding handswith a symptom that nevergoes away. A set sun,a green verdureforest that escapesme, into dark,where memories arefragrances in perfume,in…
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All those sirensshriek to soundingdoomsday, in itshelpless gray,no different than anyblank page that laysas those curtainsto keep our hopes lessenedwhile our tears soakour outheld hands, withour hearts becoming silentin this new day. Another dawn, anothercoming of another age,though withall our rewritten pages,resaid vows, we arewritten twice, though aresplit between vice,split between wordswe froze into icewhile…
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Sheltered undermusical thunder.You’ve opened your coffinto take deafening steps,forward. Can you send a tearback to these fieldswhere I remain buried?A heart had been a conductorwith electrical cords,while silenced communicationleft me with those stormsI cannot see,while you turn to fleebeyond these puddles,beyond mirrors. Entrance to a different room,while our memories sail onwithout reaching doom.You walk insidea…
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Colors knowmore than weever had to show.Lines drawn acrossgalaxies we never crossed,folding our arms,blanketing our tearsin burns, for fusesmade short likethin smiles, beforethunder becomes heardbefore a heart’s ocean,where our time to healwill be thatmoment to seal. Brought down, in deadmoments where our eyesare outlined in red,weeping for rain to fallto raise this gardenkept as soilwhere…
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I have emptiedall that I am, intoall that you areas a feverish dream.Once burning as once-painless horizonswhere our hands touched.Being locked, while we werelowering our eyesas lifeboats, to savetwo subtle heartbeats, beforeour forms had timeto devote. Drowned in warm words,consoling promisesshouted to those protrudingglass shards. Given to whatpierces eyes intoblindness. With words, withemptiness that grantsmemories,…
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Found that dreamfloating far, far fromthese tempests,these screams.I look for youin all these puddles,that I might drinkwithout bitternessdragging this tongue. I lost youin rubble, among roads,paved, if onlyto turn me, where you turnedme, around, in a twist,in a knot thatcaught each dropfalling from a soulthat holds its white flagwaved with higher pride,in all shameno shade…
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That midnight hourwhen mirrors shatterat your distant loss.A dreaded costlet me release liquidsfrom burning veins,for starlit stainsembedded into this soul,engraved into a stoneheld above this formweighed as an anchorfor your return. I do not move,while these eyes arelooking at thosesummoned stars,seeking your haloin memories of sunlight.I never walk,crippled on thesetidal waving bedsheets.I cannot talkto shadows,…
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Each strand of your hairruns naked. You kiss, though youwon’t ever dare to leavethese shadows insidethis swollen heart, held outsidea rusted chest, grasped insidestained fingers, froma streaming night withyour vermillion lips. A million heartbeats haveslipped, on their tracksto match tunes, from velvetsadness, from love’shollowing madness. A thousand letterswritten on blankets, hoveringover sheets of immaculatepaper that…
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Reflections in smoke.Hopelessness in hope,while hearts go idlein these darkerseconds that we neverfind somethingto chase after. A storm of tears.Turbulence in heartswhere erasers broughtsmudges on those letters,written with inkin an hour, whenlove held all together. Another degree to burnwhen this time comes to turnour sceneries into mirrors.Cutting our embracing arms,piercing an emptinesswe bring anothertragic kiss,…
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Dedicate. Alleviatewhere it worsens,without much touchin these scenariosA lost gripwill be where life slips,at a tongue that spokeremnants ofa fading truth. A promisecoming aboard,with light that keepsus, going northwhere we will drown,held upside-down. Capsized. Oversizedhearts, going palein those clouds that borrowedall our undermined photographsthat fade in an evening’ssurrendering sunlight. To droplets that rainupon hearts, decoratedwith…
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Some part of meknows nothing of northernlights that transferheat, through darkness,wafting a ceiling that keeps usarrested in excuse,keeps us reusedin moments, even whenunamused. Even whenour sentences are unsound,we are perfect, around. Lift off, take offpieces that matter little,when we are everything large. Even whenbroken in two,scars are recalled at stars,pinpointed in everything betweenspace, fused inside…
Modern Romanticism 