January 7, 1992

by Jenn   May 1, 2006


He lives on her every tear
Descending so slowly
They've forgotten what time is

Until the "other kid" grows up
And drags them to his grave.

Nothing will cure
Their blindness to reality
Not even the date
Carved into the cold, grey stone

Ten years ago from today.

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    by 666

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