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Chosen, at that timeto comfort youunder sheets, for what burnsinside wounds, when evening turnsback into morning’s sunrise.All those drops of dewyearn to console you,wearing you downunder mourning’s crown,leaving you grayin a barren day. Another erato litter bodies,in these wars, rememberedat those stars, dismemberedbefore your shell cancome back to standyour form on a lonesome shore,while you…
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Screams between scars.Memories between those rocksshe holds, when her coldskin wishes to burn twice,when her eyes hold everythingtight in those clampedpathways. To her soul,towards a destination, old,towards a place that remainsspaced on glimpsesto landscapes, cold. I repeat that she holdsher life above a grave,screaming to clouds, wishingfor tears to soar downto soak her handsthat she…
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Sceneries closinglike chapters in wrapped up,bandaging sentences.Promises held up,like grails, revealing historydrunk from a cup,spit out into handsheld together, broken apartfrom all those lost wordswe were losing atan unexpected ending. Live your last light,frozen from that momentwe were dreamingof utopian streets,within harrowing pleas,inside crossing directionswhen winds turned pages,twisting us on a storywe were not controlling.…
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Choose tokeep these rhythms anew,even among fallen treesheeded in silence,fallen hours that wereour time to saylove will find a way. Love will cling torotting hearts,leaves with gleaming dew.In tempests, reflectionswhere those turbulent timeswere mere winds to blowtunes through chimes,echoes through spaces,bandaged wounds. What had wekept to, under theseglistening moments we werefading in each other’s disease?Both…
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To shadows,I have always looked.To your grave,I have watchedwith symptoms turning greyunder clouds that rush downleaves, discolored furtherinto clarity’s rain. To notice a shape,broken among this samefate that we shared,with scars to compare,from touches thatwe ever dared. With memories hung likeleaves refusing tolet go. With our feelingsstaying like winter thatremains white for another nightto see…
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Choose to repeattaking place in those seats,as life skips secondsin between heartbeats,finding our world to walk,before arms have a minuteto drown us.Repeating needless words,unkept promises thatwere for smiles too large,hearts burned downas buildings on edgesof barren towns. All that talk,those seconds we walked,awakening to autumn’s rush,a cold wind againstour vacant shoulders.We had nothing to cry…
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With weather afield,among thoughts to shield,buried under smilesthat were burning into anafterthought, after we soughta symptom of drunkennessto linger on turbulence,as summer’s spark in thesedisplaced, disgraced hearts. All that drifts, goes onwith melting ice. Are youfading in all those sunsets?Dropped, like teardropsto horizons splitting thesecurrents in currentmoments where we countour seconds, apart. With held hands,…
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Stones keepthose words downon your rewritten heart.A draft lost to wind,with eyes lost to spacewhen tracing our formssplit among a field. Volcanic behaviorcannot ever savorthose blue momentswe understoodwhat we were meant for,buried under clouds.Meant for memorythat will always last,beneath overcast We fall to seepast funerals, where wewill discover sleep.Love reiterates, uponwhite dresses, white paperthose words…
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Disappoint this everypoint we dotted,lost at everysecond that we imaginedour eyes to crisscross,painted in blue,helpless in fullnesswhile our heads carryemptied clouds,overhead. To comparediscolored roses toexpressions that renew –without folding pagesat pauses,without counting secondsfading with petals,ground into rustedtrain tracks,rushing a familiar soundwhere heartbeats willfind their stop. Lone motionon weathered iron,where blood hadchanged its course.I keep drainingwith…
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Sorry sight. Buried eyes,sheltered under smokeyclouds. You are redin those sunsets, burningin those funeral homesfull of mirrors,that keep you lookingin past directions. Love lost you,while you take backwardssteps into rediscovered,uncovered memories.Light has left youwashing your eyesin heavy waters,lifting blocks, called ships,drawing imperfect circlesfor your age. Give one tear over.Save another year, leftover,while those waters areparting…
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Parallel. Opposite tohushed, rushed tides.I heard thatyour oceans are roaming,though stagnant.Tears are running in yourunmarked direction.Your loss will be all;I cannot turn around. To waters that chase.To footsteps that erasehistories kept on a blank sheet,covering you, warming youto that coldness you cannot face,mirrored in frozen puddlesyou cannot embrace. Am I all that you never dreamed,while…
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These rested eyessleeping, without a noose.These nights that wegave into starlight, without away to ever lose ourselveswithin sunlight, while those daysfaded quickly into passingshadows. Those arms that westrayed into, like lost houndsbreaking our leashes toshake our hands with a newcompelling master. Those lights. Burning a newday into something elsealways going gray. From a heart that…
Modern Romanticism 