There is a man clinging to life but not long for this world.
His bones are resting heavy
as his skin becomes mottled
His breath labored
His jaw slack
His hands are loose fists.
The moaning has stopped
Ragged breath in
Rattling out
There is no movement
Check. Nothing.
Check again.
Still.
He has been released
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