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