"Don't die" your voice comes to me sweetly
"Don't die" now more of a pleading order
I am letting go of consciousness, but aware
You light my cigar, touch my face
I am floating above the death scene
"For fuck sake, bro..." I take my cigar
I see your hidden tears
Mexican smoke billows
I am annoyed, you are relieved
The women are kitchenbound, unaware
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