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Jan 2017
If I die tonight,
Know you're the last,
Thing on my mind.

As the sound of twisting metal,
And busted glass rains down,
Know I thought of you,
As I began to drown.

Through the fear and pain,
Amongst fleeting memories,
I remembered your touch,
As blood floods my lungs.

My vision begins to swim,
The darkness looms quickly in,
Through the tears streaming down my face,
You're the last thought in my brain.
Aaron Reisinger
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