it must be awful knowing you're gonna die.your breath slips out and doesn't return.you panic and your thoughts tumble out:your children, your mother.and the words pour out,shallow and creaky,as his knee holds firm on your neck.and the blood spills out andmixes there in the streetwith the dirt and the gravel.
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Nicolas Gonzales 