Short for gasping now
He was
His words were:
Rasping
Rasping-heavy
Heavy as a load of
Dynamite:
But yet -
Yet he lingered
Suffering
Suffering had to him become
Accustomed
Almost joy instead of pain he
Felt in it:
His brain was short of oxygen
And yet
Yet he lingered on rasping.
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