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Feb 2011
It took two weeks
And a morphine drip.
It took two full weeks...

To banish cobwebs,
fire up the furnace
and burn your remains.

We watched the cinders settle like snowflakes.
Drove down to the old place and kicked the door in.
Turns out the old man was nothing more than a boar.

Scurry through a maze like rats,
all you will say is "I hate robbing Banks."
By then its two late, take the shot.

It took two weeks
And a morphine drip.
Peace of mind, is all I ever wanted.
Written by
Dejan Dudich
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