Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held hands on the 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 but we knew everyone floated
along the of the river.
So we walked the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the shattered lay,
and the bitter smell of was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a runner."
The sky had crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them shapes
of that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel silently to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the and asked
if you would accompany me in a fall,
but you made me that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The cinders are like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we with unrivaled beauty,
bitter of savagery and eloquence.
Of and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the
and the is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the and drifted slowly outward,
and in the wilderness we found salvation scratched
the earth like a message.

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