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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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