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Missa Jean Sep 2012
I want to kiss you
beneath a lamp light
on a crowded street
and ask you to stay.

Just for me.

But we are not made
for, or of,
celluloid and limelight.
We are

just fragile

flesh and bone.
I am glad to have let him go.  He is doing wonderful things with his life he could not have accomplished here.

— The End —