Worship
Worship him with your body. Light each incense-cigarette; solo shots we would duet. Biting the lime is a ritual, then downing a shot he showed me and chewing the hunter-green husk-- void of relief . Remember each cigarette tastes like him. watch the orange tip as it buries itself in ash. See his ghost in the smoke (it leaves you too).
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