date: Saturday, September 24, 2005 @ 8:09 pm
title: 18th of September..
For Junior.
His season came and went.
Never before I ever considered
A young soul would flow.
Out of the abundance
Nothing is for sure.
Mask my sour with milk and cream.
Another feminine touch.
Out flow the bitter water
Drunk and drank.
A good soldier.
A good player.
A good gentleman.
Too good to be true.
He's gone. Just gone.
