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Joceline Murga Galeana

They learned you were making magic

Kissing your wife

Holding your kids

They heard you howling truths from the root

of the willow pulp

“The news will tell you it was gang-related”

We should’ve known.

LA protected you,

but not on the day to shield you

from six bullets

We should’ve known.

It’s going to rain gold.

It spilled out your palms:

they tried

to pry out

your gold.

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