One Last Subtle Sob
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There were screams of agony and hatred.
The gushing of blood doesn't seem to end,
the intermittent chimes of the ambulance became silent,
the lines began to straighten and thy eyes began to close forever.
There's no one to be blamed when thy heart no longer beat
and the life's been taken in a swift.
And in this moment where your breathing gets heavy each minute,
to whom will you offer your last subtle sob ?
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