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  Jul 2015 Micah Rion
Cíara McNamara
Traces of the sun
were left on the bridge of her nose,
as her freckles shimmered in the moonlight
Paint me like one of your  beautifully decorated owned homes
Because I'm shutting this down  like a foreclosure
I'm not a rent bill that you can avoid
Don't worry about court, this decision has already been settled
I sentence you life without my involvement
Honesty is the cup of coffee people want to spit out because it's too hot to handle
Micah Rion Jul 2015
Can't even join the
        rat race

Lonely, sitting here
          caged.
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