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The Sun did do

by @Mikeluciano

I just flew the blue bird, chained like a bandit out of hell. feelin' awfully down but there ain't a soul to tell. My lady love she left this place, went belly up and blue. she's a goner with the castaways, what a useless way to loose. She was a torcherous deceiver born from burning waste. like a feather in the gutter, she floated down my way. I knew it was all bad, could smell the trouble on her kiss. But there I was, lookin' for more, as that serpent gave a hiss. Couldn't no wild horse or the hounds of hell drag me. From ridin' those ol' rails of love, her and I were meant to be. We set out searching for our paradise on them icy seas. But got lost among the poppy fields, higher than redwood trees. We drifted on, and danced along, a riddler she became. that crazy night under diamond light, in the green gorge, our love was made. I doubled down, and paid the price, but nothing with us changed This I'm sure you know, my friend, no one wins this game. I knew this to be true, and did slip and slide away. Gone along while the song birds sang, and dawn became the day. But she didn't see that mornings glory falling with the dew. She had already came and went, belly up and blue.
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Mikeluciano
37 / M / Pennsylvania
For You?
Written by
Mikeluciano
37 / M / Pennsylvania
Published
Feb 26, 2023
Time
2m
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Life, Love, Death, and Inprisonment

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