Stories , Poems, and More By A.M. Moscoso


One should never speak ill of the dead.

It really is pointless because they are beyond your anger and ability to shove an ice pick under their eye and fix what vexed them in their small, petty and wasted life.

Still, there is an exception to every rule and today I have found myself in that position.

You my friend are no longer with us.

And I am oh so very glad of it.




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