lunes, 31 de mayo de 2010


She got pregnant
out of wedlock,
he was born
out of love.

She didn't make it
due to complications,
he was left
with their little todd.

He was raised
out of compassion,
and a firm hand
to make him whole.

He was only eight
when Cancer got him.
After death,
he went meet God.

Looking down
on both graves,
he made himself
a little hole.

You shall not pass!
The guard spoke.
You were meant
to die alone.

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