MY STUFF: Ok, well this is a poem that I wrote while I was bored, I just recently dug it up. It's about how you go to see RHPS, totally side with Columbia, but when Frank dies, and you have to leave, part of you dies with him, part of you is left in that theater.

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She claims he's a sponge

Takes, Takes Takes, and drains

You of your emotions

Like something from a bad movie

But yet it's real

But yet, you know

That when you leave

You've left a part of you there

With him