Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held 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 everyone floated
the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the curved into the sea
and the shattered lay,
and the smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We up the shards and formed them into shapes
of stars that like an antique wedding dress.
The of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel silently to a stop.
The few insects skittered in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the and asked
if you would accompany me in a fall,
but you made me realize that my wasn't good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The cinders are like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we with unrivaled beauty,
bitter 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 of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we salvation scratched
into the like a message.

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