Another written after the death. Doesn't make much sense, but whatever. I tend to write crap poetry when I feel any emotion, which is quite odd. I write the best poetry when I don't feel anything. Living contradiction.

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Someone fold me in their arms

And tell me it's okay

I'm too fearless and too bold

But the tears won't go away

I feel a fool to act so stolid

It is a shame, it is a waste

To let these tears return unshed

To the depths from which they came

Someone save me, someone help me

My mind has cast me away

It won't let me scream my passions

And I can't settle for sighs…

(Fortissamo, MO 2003.06.09)