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Mar 2017
I leaned in close
enough to smell
the rubber of the hoses
now keeping him alive.

For the second time in my
life I was at a loss for words.

I rested my hand ontop of his own
and said,
"God is Real, Please Remember me."

The machine was now silent
as a families worth of tears
fell to the floor.

No more Pain.
A B Perales
Written by
A B Perales  San Pedro Ca.
(San Pedro Ca.)   
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   ---, Weeping willow, Amya Green, Eric W and SPT
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