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Keeping here,painted in smears,letting goof teardrops from a moonwhose face is that of a silver trace,whose presence waitsfor another night, seeing me, unanswered. Broken song.A wail from a throat,and in the reiterating of speech, I repeat what I thoughtwas never said, was never repeated, was never saidwhen we were never wed. It was said,a long…
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Reviledrecollection,abused just byrememberingscattered detailswithout eyesight,without starlight.We have longbeen anticipatingthe sun to setbefore the rain stopped,leaving us in the dark,hiding our hopesin the corner.Our thirstkept increasingjust as wewere running byan infinite supplyof rivers.Our tearscouldn’t sustain us,because there was onlyso much to attachto our awareness,before drowning.The angermade us taste rust,while the sadnessjust kept us holdingonto floodgates.Why weren’t…
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I have been,for at least a minute,staring at a facefreezing into silver,turning into metal,but never gold.Death had a dreamto take what mattersthe most to me,while I remain hereto be hauntedon an echo.It repeatswhat it could saybefore its final secondwas depletedinto nothingness.But is it nothing?I’m here,wielding another’s hand,hold onto warmthI might be imaginingis theirsif it isn’t…
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For tragedies,as serpentsgliding acrossyour exposed neck,your heartbeatgives chase.Your sighslays cities to waste.Your hopesare not as lucidas your fear,to breed a nightmare,following youinto the deep end.Your criesfuel these floods.If you continueto bleedwithout grace,you’ll drown beneathcollected bones,from a ruined world.For oceans to cross,fields to fertilize,your liferequires motion.For arms to hold,bodies to be built,your sightrequires light.
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Damaging,her death had beento the life that stayedroiling in the rain,ravaged under the blueof unwantedmorning.I’ve envisioninga pathmade from colorlessstones.I’ve leavingthese coming yearsup tothe weight of tears.Who hears me,carrying a heartchiming a symphonymade of grief?Who follows me,while darknessstrays in everyliquid direction?Buildings fall,curtains coverthe spotswhere a blizzardleft its deposits,its spacesto drag a finger.I’ll writemy wearying name,erasing a…
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Helpless in sightof twinkling stars,tasting dust,before you’re buried,before you go.I want you here,for I’d clashwith Heaven’s forces,against Deathand its razor scythe,but your soulis strayingtoo peacefullyfar from me,into the ebony.The night wantswhat it’ll have.I can plead,I can hopefor nothing more.Your blood runstowards the sun,to preserveits warmth,its color.My world shatterseven withindreaming sleep,where I seewhat no longer liesbeside…
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Outside,the worldkeeps flowingon concrete,in careful,concentratedstampedes.The noisewashes awaytheir sins,into distraction.The silenceinvites me to listento the roarsbetween the fractures.I’ve falleninto desert scenerywhere vulturescircle above,watching for whenI’ll give in.Cuts are too manyto have becomecountless,as I am unableto push backthe tide,to find the sourceanswering why.
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Evenshould we belast to shine,we’re still special,still held captiveunder our spell.We won’t lose evena single glimmer,felling our resplendenceon an open wide,envious world.Evenif death comesto collect,we’ll still knowwhat we builtwith bloodied hands.Our eyes,buried in shared flesh,closes all woundsafter catching sightof offered light.Our hands,closed upon our halos,tremble no more,while our stepsare carving into earthwhat we are.
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It’s the gapsthat keep returning.It’s the imageryoften reused,once daylightreaches its brink.I’m looking overa cliff’s edge,rediscovering a trailthat leads meinto vapor.Another breathto retreat with,bandaging a damaged,foiled life,through amends.I let a hand go,made the roar deafen me,allowed a certain sicknessto keep accusing me.Death is a homefor someone else.I won’t be therewhile the yearskeep me movingon self-made streams.Tears…
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Outstretched arms.What do you seek?More of a stormhas been rising.It’s been apocalypticto even recognize you,while you remainmiles from the truth.Lost at sea,unable to seeyour faceyou are tryingto describe,upon a plea.Love could anchor youto infinity.Cities could build youinto security.Dried up as a leaffallen from autumn’sfatal decline,you rush downstream,remembering wordsfrom endlessrehearsal.It’s the time,is what you saywhen you…
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Our anchor,it swings,becoming a pendulum,erasing structureupon symmetricalimpact.Both ways,it handles destruction,it shares sensations.Does it everoverpower us,over somethingwe forgotto devour?We mighthave been blind.How would we see it?Our rushhad always beensingular.Our fateswere always caughton cold endeavors.Stains for our souls,outside of reachof deliverance.Split secondsthriving on Hell,turning to Heavenfor a saviorcame too late.Our towers,they’re coming down.We’re coating our throatswith layers…
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Such darknesshad nowherefor you to hide.Yet, it had one directionfor me to run.It was where lightknew to be,always knows whyit is valued.Among an arrangementwhere infinitycannot be counted,you weren’t ableto be described.I’d run outof words to use.Or I’d suffocateupon desperation,forgetting to breathe.Among that void,you flickered,like a ghostin the fog.You went somewhereI can’t be,for some time.I’ll take…
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For steps to count,mistakes to makein the knowledgeof what we’ll taketo the grave.Passing stoneswe had to step around.Dropping tearswe had to abandon.Growing griefas our eternal haunt.Our gardenhas no roots,trampled ever sincewe gave birthto our breath,when it quickenedupon a singlefearful question.Who are we,in this gale,under this hail,within a stormwhere we aredoomed to set sail?Our lives,when separateis…
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