myra and a sad story With strawberry mascara streaming down her visageand blue windows reflected in her eyesShe picked up a pen, a bit too stoicallylying amongst eight paper dice"Logic is harsh, hurt is awakeI'm bedridden with lemon honeystarsPain is fresh, smiles are fakeI'm on a moon off to Saturn, Venus and Mars"Her poison-pen letter was done, she reveled in her fateFrom behind her roared a standing ovationWith trembling hands clasped around an accoladeNothing could be compared to her elationA spiral blur engulfed her sensesShe closed her eyes in blissWith fires in her heart and a minty aftertasteThis was a moment she could not mi
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Until the day sapphire blue balloons cover the world.