Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held on the last night on earth.
Our filled with 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
along the of the river.
So we walked through the waste the road curved into the sea
and the seasons 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 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 skittered away 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 that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The cinders are like snow."
is poetry 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 in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere the rim of the horizon
and the is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the and drifted slowly outward,
and in the wilderness we found salvation scratched
into the like a message.

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