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, bleeding dark the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we everyone floated
along the of the river.
So we through the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the shattered 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 them into shapes
of that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the
as the ferris wheel slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered in hopes of a better 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 cinders are like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang 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 in the wilderness we found salvation scratched
the earth like a message.

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