Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We hands 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 knew floated
along the of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved the sea
and the shattered lay,
and the smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them shapes
of stars that like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the broke the hearts of the unborn
as the wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the 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 in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter elegies of and eloquence.
Of and grey.
Strange, we ran desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation
into the like a message.

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