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Jan 2015
Sit with me brother
Watch
As the world turns
And burns
Breaths filled with smoke
And the broken hope
Of machines
As our very last friend
Taste its pleasure
As I laugh at jokes
Inside this heart of solitude
Seeing the patterns
Of a morphine drip
Lead straight to your thoughts
Life's last request
To be held
Till your end
Rhet Toombs
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Rhet Toombs
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