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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


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