Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held hands on the last on earth.
Our mouths filled dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, dark into the leaves.
It was on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated
the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the curved into the sea
and the seasons lay,
and the bitter of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a runner."
The sky had come crashing down the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them into
of stars that wore like an antique dress.
The echoes of the past broke the of the unborn
as the ferris wheel silently to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and
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 in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter of savagery and eloquence.
Of and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the 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 and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we salvation scratched
into the like a message.

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