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Nov 2014
He looked ****** for a few hours, sleep in his eyes and pain on his face
We laughed and joked, basking in the light of young bravado and strength, he'd walk this off, three steps from rubbing some dirt in it
But death was a plastic sheet away
A curtain separated us from our future, the lights will go dark and the jokes won't make sense
Sickness has little pull when your strong and 20, but **** across the curtain a man was drowning
And someday we will taste the same water full our lungs
Jake Meizell
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Jake Meizell  Newark
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