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In the end, they had to break into his room He was dead in his chair, and quite alone Self-exiled from his family for years Alone in a shell, silent, and alone The accidentals of life were cast away: A coffee *** a coat over a door His schedule for the methadone clinic A note to meet with his parole officer But the pathology tox screen was clean - Better than most of us, he went down fighting
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Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 4:35 PM UTC
Soulfight in a Locked Room
In the end, they had to break into his room He was dead in his chair, and quite alone Self-exiled from his family for years Alone in a shell, silent, and alone The accidentals of life were cast away: A coffee *** a coat over a door His schedule for the methadone clinic A note to meet with his parole officer But the pathology tox screen was clean - Better than most of us, he went down fighting
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com. It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
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Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 4:35 PM UTC
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