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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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<p><b>cxielarko</b></p>
<p>published: 7-6-2016</p>
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<p>…and Im reduced to a billboard in the sky<br />
I dont know whats written across my chest<br />
Open like an intimate diary for all to read<br />
But it doesnt matter anymore</p>
<p>What if we see what we want to see<br />
Rose-colored glasses are only the peak<br />
Give me red, green, blue lenses<br />
Ill see the world in stereoscopic color<br />
And dance among the migraine-inducing constellations</p>
<p>I feel empty inside sometimes<br />
Like an intricate chocolate shape made for a holiday<br />
Ready to collapse in on myself<br />
And reveal no heart inside</p>
<p>Out of all the things my hands have held<br />
A hand of a lover was by far the best<br />
And the last lock of hair bestowed upon me as a parting gift<br />
Wasnt the worst<br />
But it certainly ranks up there</p>
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