We held hands on the last night on Earth. Our mouths filled with dust. We kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked throught the waste where road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said Death is a midnight runner. The sky came crashing down like the news on an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that were like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the pass broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. Our hearts shattered away in hope of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize my ticket wasn't good for two. I rode alone. You said "The cinders are falling like snow". There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and gray. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carve our names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward and somewhere in the wilderness. We found salvation scratched in the earth like a message never sent".
-anonymous
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