Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held hands on the night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the and under trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding dark the leaves.
It was on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated
along the of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved the sea
and the shattered 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 them into
of stars that like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects away in hopes of a better pastime.
I you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
if you would me in a quick fall,
but you me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with beauty,
bitter elegies of and eloquence.
Of and grey.
Strange, we ran desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere 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 wilderness we found scratched
the earth like a message.

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