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Friday, March 14, 2008
In the year of our Lord 2008, Dickson was called from the cares of the world He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day His words had long been without silence He was found naked and dead With a smile on his face A pen A poem And one thousand pages of erased text Save me Read the poem here
one good shot at 1:27 AM
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