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Gone-Away Boy.....


Look for him not,
expect him not there.
He was here yesterday,
but, now he's nowhere.

Think not it strange,
search not where he's been.
he's aces at saving,
 his own precious skin.

He'll come all at once,
when your eyes gaze askance,
just to prove that he's there,
though it'll be your one chance,

You'll not find him again,
though your mind is held sway,
by his dark, wretched memory,
he's at once gone-away. 


                                                                                                   --- e.a.s. demers
                                                                                     







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  1. RAHMarch 20, 2013 at 12:35 PM

    love the photo creepy as hell! kind of reminds me of the dr who episode the empty child its a chris eccleston episdode i dont know if you've seen it or not its actually a two part episode i think the second ones called the dr dances or something of the sorts "are you my mummy?"

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