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Under marmalade skies over sands swept whirling, midst the wind of one night I learned my Rome was burning While the flames sneaked higher I trudged forth like some cattle, looking onto the horizon when under my nose Rome burned in the shadows Smoke danced to the moon but first ran through my eyes, clearing my vision memories crashed back like the tide Now under the moon she was new and enticing, the way that city smiled at me was beautiful but fueled by brevity like lightning Quick flashes of maybe her lips and story made me see the glass as half full I bore the weight of that city under the moon, now her presence is an obstacle I used to speak simply to hear her voice, but now unprovoked silence and no chance to make a choice Under marmalade skies I learned that Rome was burning, even as she led me away with smiles masked fires were churning Over sand swept whirling her ashes play through the beac,h through the rain through the lightning shared memories grow deceased All that's left of my city is a shell. and in its grain I see her face, I throw her into the bay wishing I found the spark that made my city now erased
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Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
Rome, We
Under marmalade skies over sands swept whirling, midst the wind of one night I learned my Rome was burning While the flames sneaked higher I trudged forth like some cattle, looking onto the horizon when under my nose Rome burned in the shadows Smoke danced to the moon but first ran through my eyes, clearing my vision memories crashed back like the tide Now under the moon she was new and enticing, the way that city smiled at me was beautiful but fueled by brevity like lightning Quick flashes of maybe her lips and story made me see the glass as half full I bore the weight of that city under the moon, now her presence is an obstacle I used to speak simply to hear her voice, but now unprovoked silence and no chance to make a choice Under marmalade skies I learned that Rome was burning, even as she led me away with smiles masked fires were churning Over sand swept whirling her ashes play through the beac,h through the rain through the lightning shared memories grow deceased All that's left of my city is a shell. and in its grain I see her face, I throw her into the bay wishing I found the spark that made my city now erased
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chrysanthos-nicholas
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Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
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