Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We hands on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the and under trees,
like dogs, bleeding dark 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 where the road curved into the sea
and the seasons lay,
and the bitter 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 and formed them into shapes
of that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the
as the ferris wheel slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the of the maelstrom and asked
if you would accompany me in a fall,
but you made me realize my ticket wasn't good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The cinders are falling snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we with unrivaled beauty,
elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the
and the is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we salvation scratched
into the like a message.

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