Mini Crowns
Crown of Thorns

Deer BoyDeer Boy 8-13-07Deer Boy
Dear boy. I knew he would die. This did not disquiet me as I knew I would have him always, trapped inside himself. Excuse my lack of eloquence; it's in my genes. I had him inside his song, inside of my cassette player. Preserved in between delicate layers of plastic as he would be preserved, floating, in formaldehyde or some less famous chemical soon. Both ways he is changeless. Now, alive, he is not himself. Now, alive, his voice never cracks on the high notes. He fixed that because he wanted to be a rockstar. He wishes sometimes that I would let him go, I know. He wants to leave. But I will hold hi
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everything is temporary, so were free...
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That which doesn't kill us only makes us stranger.
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everything is temporary, so were free...
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Kari
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If, for instance,
One sunny morning god disappeared and everyone went crazy,
I'd take a picture in rememberance.
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If, for instance,
One sunny morning god disappeared and everyone went crazy,
I'd take a picture in rememberance.
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