I drank right from your tears of plenty. I exchanged all the gifts you sent me. Dreary beats over fast-rapped verses leaked through windows in hatchback hearses. Snacker's conference at the buffet table double dips in the goose pate mold. Posthumous pranks left in the casket. Plain Jane shining in her spotlight moment. She lived for the same moments we did: morning coffee refilled and endless. He stumbled into some dinero. Laughing at the wake like a Catholic hero.
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