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| She said � You�ll make them sorry for doubting your pain� And then she reminded me of this world�s pitiless disdain, That�s when I picked up the pen, But Then, Like that little beaded alloy strip you pull in the night, My mind received a burst of divine light, I mean I�m a writer, right? Why not write the things that I will miss, Things like romantic walks in the park under a starry night sky, No more Butter Pecan Haagen Daaz runs at midnight, And no more of her giddy giggle as my goatee grazes her inner thigh, Then I listed one by one, My loved ones and my closest friends, Folks who had come to depend on me and on whom I had come to depend, That was the last time I heard from the So Called Deadly Ms. Susan Aside, |
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| Then I honored Life, By embracing My Fears, Then I honored the Divine, With the promise of Years, Then I honored Self with Tears. Written By: Scribe |