One of the last things he said to me was,
"I can feel the reaping a coming".
I knew the end was nigh.
He would never be the same, hasn't for two decades,
Always changing.
But since he's been empty, other than blue feelings,
he's been gone. The Green Eyes to him must feel like
Using a pencil after a long gap of ink pen substitutes to me.
Well, all I've been able to do is say wrong words
and host poor timing. Seems as though I have much to learn still.
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