I do not remember
what I said during
our last conversation,
nor I do recall
understanding his
terminal words, muted
by the morphine static
at the other end of
the line. But I do know,
before hanging up,
both of us let go.
I do not remember
what I said during
our last conversation,
nor I do recall
understanding his
terminal words, muted
by the morphine static
at the other end of
the line. But I do know,
before hanging up,
both of us let go.
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Thank you so much!
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