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July 2, 2014 Jane Dorn

They are scattering you tonight or tomorrow And I am with you every breath of the way I hope there is a brisk wind that will take you far and wide Everyone in the world wanted a piece of you Now you can accommodate them all Land lightly on their greedy brows Or blur their eyes with your gritty essence Or if we could conjure up a gale You could choke them all to death

A poem Marlon’s sister, Jocelyn, wrote for his funeral. <em>"How’s that for a dirge, old man, I think he would have liked."</em> || <strong><em>Brando’s Smile: His Life, Thought, and Work</em> by Susan L. Mizruchi</strong> (via <a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://fuckyeahbrando.tumblr.com/">fuckyeahbrando</a>)

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