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Friday, January 11, 2008

A greater tradgedy of spirit

I know who you are
Died Obscure and young
It's so Romantic (you always were)
So strange to come across
the onee who i studied so
very cautiously,
I even began to know him
reality to me has become estranged
Has another living or dead known your truth?
Mostly I wonder how you overcame
Zymotic manifestations
and how you were raised from birth.
smile on me, Oh timelesss one.
Posted by Melissah at 5:19 PM

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