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 Dec 2016 Mysidian Bard
Megan
Death is in the miles of road she travels
Blood mixed with asphalt footprints

Tumble **** conversations blow
Through and leave her dizzy as
She stares at a mirage of what should be

She lays her head on a rock to
Sleep and curses the stars
For their light
 Dec 2016 Mysidian Bard
lilac
a blue colored sigh
matches perfectly with
red tinted lips, says the
old cranky bird with oil wings.

so i am purple,
because i decided
to make my sighs blue colored
to match up with my red tinted lips.

blue colored sighs match up
perfectly with red tinted lips,
is what they said.

i turned purple.
yep
 Dec 2016 Mysidian Bard
ok
Look at him.
Running around in my dreams
like he owns the place.
There are rocks
With your finger prints on them

There are places
With the color of your eyes
Burning them down

There are memories
I wanted to last forever

There is pain
In the end of a needle
Just as there is love
In all people

There is a body
With your name
Your finger prints
Your colors
But no you.
The truth is sadistic if I am being realistic
I will never be able to pay my fees
This passion is parasitic but still I stay optimistic
I should flee before my dreams eat me

I don't under stand the logistic but really its simplistic
And thats I have nothing any body wants to see
Its statistic that there are lots of people who are artistic
I will never unlock the key to make people want to read any thing by me
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