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Apr 11, 2021

How could I #prepare myself for your death? Maybe I couldn't. Your every whisper & touch, a dotted line on an insurance form. Your soul & crooked grin contained between two dates on stone.

But I'd learn to be ok.

I twisted the bloodied knife. Pocketed it.

Yeah, I'd be ok.

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