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Joaquin was/is an actual person whose early addictive behavior, certainly aggravated by paint sniffing and other abusive behavioral patterns, resulted in his permanent incarceration for murder........I remember him as a rather delicate, fragile, needy youngster: a throw-away child. And, for those who may not be familiar with the name, Joaquin is sounded as Wa-keen.
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Joaquin: paint-besotted at sixteen.
The color silver was your favorite --
it had the craved-for, biting glint
of a dagger dizzying your brain,
twisting as it mixed and chopped
your few surviving thoughts,
which floated, glittering,
in an icy silver mist.
Your classic, sculpted nose,
bearing a single dot of silver
smaller than a dime, expelled
the smell you struggled to breathe in.
And your eyes drowned in a sea of silver.
Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2011
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