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May your death be a brush of soft lips, cool as a kiss leaving rose red petals strewn hear and there on snow May your death be a whisper warm and tickling breath on your ear the news you were waiting for of the one you have always loved May your death be a sigh burdens slipping to the ground chest rising effortless eternal rising lungs breathing the universe for the first time May your death be like freedom, like sun on bare skin like the ripening of a golden fruit falling to rest beneath green leaves and sky May your death be ancestors, angels, a doorway to vast eternities just the size of homecoming, just the size of love |
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