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just a poem about my trips to james dean's grave

And how does your time go, today ?

Empty chairs at Christmas time..

Just how I get through this season of sleep.

We all face it..that moment, when you know it's over.

True Story..Sometimes you end up living, where you shouldn't be living...then one day you move.

We are all filled with memories. This is just one of mine.

Written for a contest. It is strictly in the beat genre.

What do you do when you're going through a mid-life crises ? This is what I did.

I can longer close my eyes and see her face. Let me dance once more with her memory.