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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There's beads in your eyes.
So silent as they form,
So quiet when they rise
Into the volume pool.
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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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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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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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A friend of function
To stop the fall
Is a friend indeed
Until not at all
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Nobody can see
The ghosts left behind
Raw red knuckles
And dark whisky lines
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I found the pieces of the past
In old cassettes and photographs

Somehow it feels unconvincing
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How will I know? Will I see you again?
These questions keep me up at night Cause I don't know the answer.
I'm tired of being happy, I'm exhausted trying to cope.
I want to sleep forever, and dream of some small hope.
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Lay me down, let me sleep.
Reunite where life began.
The wind will echo memories,
Weave my soul through the land.
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I know that I love you
In life and after death
Makes it easier too,
The epitome of loneliness.
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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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