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May 2014
the first death i ever saw up close
was the death of my grandpa
and i still remember standing there
memories of him recollecting
and all i could hear was my heart pumping
my heart was pumping
my thoughts like a dynamite
my heart was clearly pumping
but his wasn't anymore
vapourising
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