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FOREVER JAMES DEAN
At twenty-four years old,
Dear James, You were so obsessed, with Death
Tormented as much, by a secret, and personal guilt,
You longed for death, as the only release, of your own...sins.
It didn't matter what or how much you, really did,
You thought that Life, wasn't at all, to you ever fair,
As your sensitivities were, at the call of your fingertips,
As Love, in many ways eluded you, as you were really aware.
Soberly you once, said:
'Death is the only one thing,I can respect.
It's the enevitable and undeniable truth.'
As you dashed into that horizon, as free and fearless
And into your own personal and final... HELL!
Dorian Petersen Potter
AKA Ladydp2000
copyright@2002
