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Friday, December 26, 2008

the boy of eighteen who could do anything he played on the piano he captured photographs what hearts desire and no one knows and still he chose to be betrothed of a silly school in midwest recluse to struggle daily for a game without mercy he says it's the program he says for education but I know it's something different he came here for love of an incomprehensible game and he won't tell me what but something matters in that play something grander than pitching balls and swinging graceless bats something worthwhile something true the boy who can do anything found something with meaning he's better than me I flounder in the sea

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