Wednesday, August 12, 2009

"And like Edgar Allen Poe, I'll die
on these streets of Baltimore"
At his new resting spot and the old, people left
notes to him with either flowers or a trinket.
Something that was left I found weird was a picture.
Weather worn on the front, but on the back it read
this very long thing about how they missed him so
much, it was written as if she knew him. Interesting.

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