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Hussle
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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