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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Night Crawler, Part 10
[time] => 2003-03-24 18:25:00
[hometext] => The conclusion to my poem, Night Crawler.
[bodytext] => In her death, his life ended as well.
Alexander was a good friend to me, you see. I had spent much of the last four nights of his life Walking around that city with him. And though he didn’t know it, I was there to see him die as well. Just as I was waking up from a night spent with my wife, In Alex and Janine’s home, Waiting for his return. I heard his conversation with the flower dealer. I heard the shots fired. My wife was there to see her sister die too. She watched as the surgeons fought to undo The wrath she had brought upon herself. We cried for three days after that. Listen to me though. I’m rambling now. He was a good man. She was a good woman. They were the best friends anyone could ever ask for. And they loved each other, literally, to death, And on into heaven. Keep this story in mind, my friends. For I know that anyone who is willing to Lend me their attention for this long Has to be impacted by this in some way. Love. Their love was so strong that they died without it. Don’t you see? I love my wife too. I love everybody. Without love, where would any of us be? Without love… argh… I can’t even think about it. I’m on the verge of crying for another three days. Forget about me though. You’ve listened long enough. I’m all done. I’m all done. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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