There is nothing more I can give
than my heart and
All that remains
tonight is everything, tonight we will be created
all
Praxis is the touchstone of our thought. minds inform our
cut open my actions
imped my next breathe
i cannot
Rise. (this is a new morning)
Legions of tears fall from
what have i done?
i don't understand and i don't
i used to believe you cared
i used to believe
Kiss the lips of your betrayer
how beautiful you looked the
To be blessed with the curse of self-awareness?
And to live
The wind has changed, I feel warmth from somewhere familiar.
And
i saw you staring at me with a deep regret.
In this age of fragmentation,
Selves suffer from atomism;
And all horizons
Break my fall again, every time that I stumble.
This is
the words that leave your mouth are tainted.
can't you
One at a time we're taking a bow.
I feel as
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