Chloe Lubinska

I hate the way you love me
And the way you want my love
I hate that you need to know
That I'm never quite enough
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Latent clocks forge their fraudulent time

But still their rigid works spin
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A stage, dear stage
how I emphasise you on diminutive plinths and icy depths
The halo of crisp golden tongue
Rotated too much for matters gone wrong
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I wish I could fly
Watching the wind evolve whirls of dust into
Dunes of fine ash yielded from the earth
We play with their tropic grains
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Sometimes I catch myself wondering
The plots and twists of day
The murmuring of butterflies
And of them needless to say
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I see the streets they're feeble
Circulating fright
Like a helicoidal river
Disposing empty lives
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My eyes pursue the obscure footprint of the sun
'What is it running from? '
My question intercepts
The looming gloom of it's tangled cocoon
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Knocking nerves fire the door
Submitting faithful embers that erupt
The floor
Though stories innovate lead
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Creaking whispers evacuating
Interfere legs with sting
A pair of spy buoys bubble bashfully
Crashing life's essence, stealing a beauty fling
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When horror arises
Fret churns to frame
An ambiguity of wonder
That's not the same
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Running wild with the sound of you
Is a pleasure for a while
Its a fine slow tune
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Sometimes I wonder about the silence of sound
The loud ringing bells in your head, unseen by a crowd
The slow evasive manner insight arrests
To stop your mind wondering to place of unrest
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What if we just keep running? Running away from here
The pain creeps over reflective lakes, like the scum on milk
Concealing a lake left clear
Sometimes the chiming is so strong it desolates reality
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Dreams, a hollow story,

Come haunt me late at night,
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My love for you is as pure as dew,
That elegantly beckons the summer to loom.
It has been spring for a while now
A flint started when my eyes opened to see
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A catastrophic beam, designed to wake
A depleted jewel, secluded for heaven's lake
Opposing minds contemplate limits
Achieve obscure insights and broken minutes
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I wish I'd known what your side spoke
Read the language your lies wrote
I wish I could have touched there first
In my heart where you provoked
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So much mist

So much dust to wisp into
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The day the world stood still
I was walking half drunk biding will
My eyes wonder up to read
The tangled trees
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I'm not sure quite how to say I'm sorry
And I know that's what quite hurts the most
I've not known you long, if short over a year
Can't quite pinpoint what your heart denotes
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