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she died.
probably should have saved that for the last line but, that's what happened;
she died.
dead almost a year,
then me and pills and insomnia (still)
and depression/exhaustion/loneliness coupled with the human condition , the never-ending elephant
in the waiting room
and tax time to pay the piper figuratively and literally, but no ones playing pipes
and even the dirges have ended


it's weird but not good-weird


and that's likely the reason I whisper in my sleep