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Sep 2014
When I knew you,
You could do anything
I sat at your feet like a small child in awe
Looking up at  you with eyes opened widely
You were magical.

I lost you along the way
And I just heard your voice on the phone for the first time in a while,
I don't hear the magic anymore.

The passion is gone
Perhaps it is hidden behind clouds of smoke,
Under the *** bottles your cousin brings.
Behind your brother's hospital bed
Masked by the beep of the monitors
Or the screech of the halting 2 train.

I wish that you would promise that you won't waste away,
That you won't waste the powers bestowed upon you by the gods
But you would never.

You were my immortal,
My Ambrose.
Josian de Aqua
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Josian de Aqua  Las Vegas
(Las Vegas)   
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