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Jan 2015
Your legs gave out on you
Just as I thought my tear ducts had
Given up on me
But at the sight of you dragging your
Skeletal carcass across the floor
Once again Tears sprung to my eyes
Dampening the cloth of my shirt
As you tumble trying to get to your feet
I try to help
To reason with you
This is not the end
Why won't you listen?
DustBall
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