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 into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew floated
the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste the road curved into the sea
and the seasons 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 come crashing down like the of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed into shapes
of stars that wore like an wedding dress.
The echoes of the broke the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in of a better 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 are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we with unrivaled beauty,
elegies 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 beyond the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the we found salvation scratched
the earth like a message.

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