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Dec 2011
If these strings are the last thing I hear, I will know--

You were true and you were kind and I dreamed a million sunsets with you in the span of a second, the sound of a pin dropping, the droplet of time in which my eyes flashed and for one thousand years we all stood perfectly still. I am alive and it is some kind of tomorrow and I'll remember who you were for as long as I live. If you ever questioned that, I hope you never have to again. Good night, and good luck, and you made it, kid, you did it all exactly the way you always knew you would.

Your dreams are more than fodder for the stars.

[Apr. 7, 2011]
Mike McC
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