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Michael's Guitar
At the sure kind of instrument that hums
Is the music of that boy's defeat:
I am a stranger with those hands sublime,
Making a world of anguish with my laugh.
Another one was free to save my life,
Day or night from a world like a knife.
from micshe
Jeremy
He's never a memory for me.
Each dream has a bud, a little sprite,
Blue as a soul that lies in the night.
Sometimes in an dark misrule of truth,
Makes a strange light of my fleeting youth.
My Player 1
Dang! But the moon in a broad center
Seemed like an great peony. The sun
Caught the half moon with a golden lace.
He
Looked in the eyes of a perfect boy.
Surely a man he played with beauty,
Pointing with a daily look and joy.
in honor of jeremy a hip one jeremy i will now recite a poem:
i'm letting out an utterly sad owo
and just like a person you like to kiss;
i am most despairingly flying solo
for jeremy a hip one i do miss
*bows* thank you for your time *wipes tear* o-owo