blaze

you were the truth in incandescent white

a stoic stubborn candle in a stormy night

and while you never took all the dark away

you were the sun that warmed my day.

ram cobain

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afterword

to write a story glorious, while gasping for breath

with eagerness to tell that eager visitor - death

that as I turn presently into past tense, as I'm now died

I lived like a man who knows that he tried.

ram cobain