and it came to me then
that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time
as i stared at my shoes in the ICU
that reeked of piss and 409
and i rationed my breaths as i said to myself
that i'd already taken too much today
as each descending peep on the LCD
took you a little farther away from me
away from me
amongst the vending machines and year old magazines
in
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