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Blue means hope, and skies to sail through
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AchtungBabyAchtung PM
days make life go on and theres nothing without them. Sometimes i could die for a chance to be selfish
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 115 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 06-25-06 - id: 2199772
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This sky is so blue I could drown in it

And not feel wasted

Backed in burning roses

And lying (hot) on grass

That pushes me afloat


And I am

(Bright

In red and White)

Unleashed

And alone

In a picture perfection

That is

Oh

Too good

To live for


It still feels like noon

But the sky is

Unsaturated lurid orange

Pulling shadows from this empty garden

Smoke

That is

Soft enough to die in


There is no cloud;

No thread of torn blurring

The empty sky

Just c u r v e s away

Cruel

It is all I l-o-n-g for,

And it is

Oh!




mine.


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