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| Apartment 611 |
1/29/2022
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Your dog would always stop by my door.
Since you lived on my floor, in apartment 611.
But now, did you make it to heaven?
Where they give you plenty of pot and booze and let you break all of the rules.
Like how you lived your life before.
I hope you're in a better place.
I find it weird I'll never again see your face.
I'll never forget the times we had.
For that I'm glad.
Rest in peace, my friend.
Until we meet again.
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