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Dec 2016
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
Written by
Megan
325
   --- and Mysidian Bard
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