Feb 21, 2005 03:16
2-20-05
to Hunter
Tonight, my hero died
I read his words
felt his thoughts
made them my own
spoke his name like
children speak of God
with fear and awe and
reverence, afraid that
maybe he was the last
of his kind, extinct
carry on his memory?
live out his life?
not me
I can’t be that selfish
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*pets your head*
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