Monday, August 30, 2010

Thank you but...

...I must confess. This boy wont hear a single greeting.
As he walks by behind you
Or in front

No, no. It couldn't be me
No one sees me

You see, this boy is really a man of death
A reaper if you will
Not even the dying will acknowledge his existence
Not for long that is

Still, I thank you for greeting him
Thank you!
Thank you!
He'd be so happy if he knew

I think.

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