Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding dark the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we everyone floated
the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste the road curved into the sea
and the shattered lay,
and the bitter smell of burning was on you a disease.
In our cancer of you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them into
of stars that wore an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a pastime.
I kissed you at the of the maelstrom and asked
if you would me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my wasn't good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with beauty,
elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of and grey.
Strange, we ran desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated beyond the rim of the horizon
and the is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and slowly outward,
and somewhere in the we found salvation scratched
the earth like a message.

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