This is about my brother’s fatal car accident.
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That cold December morning
down that lonely stretch of road.
Glistening black asphalt
beneth the snow white truck.
Going too fast, couldn’t stop.
Broken glass cuts deep.
The body slamming to the metal.
One breath, smoke in the air,
Pain shoots though
One breath, smoke in the air,
Heart slows.
Last breath, the heart stops
the pain is gone.
Laying there,
In crimson red blood.
Broken.
My Angel, broken.
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