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My Death

"MY DEATH" when it comes for me there won't be a sound but I'll know it when it gets here because it won't be here to take me for the first time. I met Death the day Eddie and Robert were taken. I was brought back to father Addis and after all three of my boys become one, Death will come and claim what has belonged to him all along. then we will drink our Pacifics and listen to the classical elegance from our favorite composers. By: Chicano Eddie 7-11-2016

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