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dear friend, dearly departed
Please let these words mean
so much more than they seemed,
retroactively, for my sake more than yours.
(The dead feel no guilt)
I need to know that what
you took was everything we had,
but monday morning
quarterbacks just focus on the bad.
But it was good, my friend, wasn't it.
