Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held on the last night on earth.
Our filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we everyone floated
along the of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved 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 come crashing like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed into shapes
of stars that wore like an wedding dress.
The of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel slowed to a stop.
The few insects away in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the of the maelstrom and asked
if you would me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize my ticket wasn't good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang unrivaled beauty,
bitter of savagery and eloquence.
Of and grey.
Strange, we ran down streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and slowly outward,
and in the wilderness we found salvation scratched
into the like a message.

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