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Sunday, September 27, 2015

Day 1

Pink sunset,
Drink it up, 
Drink it like violence or 
Chug it like tears
My temptation
Dirty mirror
Broken connection to my own horror
My reflection
Shattered glass
Rejection to my past 

I'm your grovel 
Your shadow
I'm the blurry background in your black and white photo
So shout your hope
Chant your prayers
For we need a little spark of hope in our forever
Kick off your fears and run
Let's go for a ride 

You are the sun and
I'm having so much fun
Pretending to be blunt 
Like the head of a nun
You are the road
And I'm not the shore
We're too busy watching 
The birds that are passing by
Intoxicated, dazed, jaded
Like a fashion victim stumbled on a cracked runway
Empty, clumsy, witty
You're not the one and only

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