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As He Lived ....He Died.
As he lived, so did he die the bottle he lived for and loved,he died for. A more solitary figure walked not the earth neither friend nor foe had he. Silent and solitary was his way ,only one kissed his puffy lips and with every mouthful ,his innards felt warm and mellow, a temporary high. From work to home he beat a lonely path wife and kids e'er long departed and so he lived, with the bottle near his side a constant companion on his nocturnal rides. Sadly never missed and no one knew when the end for him had come and so he lay a lonely corpse for days....a month or more no one knows for sure.. The air grew heavy with putrid smells as neighbors spat and swore they did not know he lay in a heap dead upon the floor. A dreadful tale ,a gruesome sight , a purification by fire concealed a sight no one should see nor ever desire. People came but could not view the man they thought they knew alone he lived ,alone he died , a solitary figure 'cept for the bottle of gin now empty and gin stains on the floor.
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