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Feb 2015
Pretty sure
I drank too much
At your funeral.
Snowflakes were
Falling softly
On your coffin.

Watched them
Etch your death
In roman numeral.
I etch them
Into my thighs
Too often.

With my
Whiskey breath
I learn to soften.
I sink with you.
6 feet deep,
Yet unforgotten.
Allison
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Allison  Canada
(Canada)   
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