<i>[Dedicated to the memory of Nick
Traina]</i>
i can still hear our music, sound of one hundred
screaming. silver tongued and simon-pure. half
complete without you here. thick as thieves.
miles worth more than memories. the curtain is
coming down. in yesterdays we drown. i know
you'll never leave. i've lost faith in
everything. i hold our memories dear. AND I
MISS YOU! a sunrise in Hollywood. the sun set
in september. it forgot to rise the next day.
let your light, light our way.
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