Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

8:38AM

You wrote words once,
And they were neither filthy, mean nor odious,
They f***ing meant something.
They revealed a deep person,
Passionate and intellectually profound,
You weren't a genius but
You weren't dense either and
I think I appreciate that to the extreme.

October 18, 2004
Suge


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