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March 14th 3:30 am

I remember he used to snore like a freight 
train with broken brakes. 
						             I heard his last breath.
Watching a pig faced rat dog snort up water.
                                                             Funny how you remember
                                                             things
That shit smell of death.
							     Bacon and eggs later.
Wondering if I should liberate the bottle of
tiny morphine pills from the cabinet before
they're flushed down the toilet.
                               You'll never get this chance again.
                                                             $20 a pill gone. So much money.
I expected Old World wailing.
                                                             Maybe I missed it after I left.
I hope the coffin isn't too heavy... 
				20, 20, 24 hours ago.
				I still want to be sedated

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