You're like this
squeeze of piss I had.
Not the last, but leading up
to it. There were some squeezes
more, before I had to up and quit.
But you were such a special one.
Relief had just swept in, and I
knew then than that I was almost
done. But there was more to go,
just then. You gave me courage
to go on. Your passing from
my life was full. Reminding me
how bad it's been to keep myself
uncomfortable.
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