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Sep 2017
Pain in chest
Pounds and with
Each inhale
Stabs of lightening
Like I swallowed a taser

One glance skyward
And then I shift my position

Death might not be all that bad
Just the sharp pains leading up to it
Brother Jimmy
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Brother Jimmy  M/Rochester, New York
(M/Rochester, New York)   
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