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Nov 2013
She said so go,
halfway through the show,
she was a nut but exciting all the same,
I ran like a scared kid running from the word no,
but I turned and asked to stay,
for this was always her play,
and I was just an extra,
but I couldn't and I came walking back fast,
I couldn't let our scene and sunrise fade into the past,
halfway mad,
halfway sad,
I asked her to stay,
with a smile and a tear in her eyes,
I held her hand,
at a Lake in Montauk we watched the skies,
our own doomsday sunrise.
Kinda disjointed, but I wanted to show my usual way of format...I really like the idea of the contradiction of something beautifully sad, like watching the sunrise on doomsday.
The Masked Sleepyz
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The Masked Sleepyz  Honolulu, HI
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