I imagine you shocked at my lifeless body, dead on the floor, carpet stained with me. You don’t believe it. You think I’m playing. I’m not. It dawns on you I’m over. I hear your no no no, just like you did when the dog died in your arms — see tears slide down your abandoned face, feel your torment love confusion hate. I miss you more than my self, know the price of life is death, pay the cost of love with loss… just as customer service asks for my credit card.
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