Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held hands on the last 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 but we knew everyone floated
along the of the river.
So we through the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the seasons lay,
and the bitter smell of burning was on you a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a runner."
The sky had come crashing down like the of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the and formed them into shapes
of stars that wore an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past 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 of the maelstrom and asked
if you accompany 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 poetry in despair, and we with unrivaled beauty,
elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a mystery of and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and slowly outward,
and somewhere in the we found salvation scratched
into the earth a message.

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