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Feb 2021
May you be laid down to sleep
Wrapped in linen
Dreaming of the sweetest peace
As your soul rises up from the empty body
Lying cold on concrete

Death

Life’s last sweet release
May you be swept up by the breeze
As you frolic through the jungles and the trees
An eternity of songbirds and technicolor autumn leaves
The light of your heart
Engraved in each and every star we see
Written by
Brett  28/M/NYC
(28/M/NYC)   
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