he told us
that dying happily
felt like an apple
being sliced open
to reveal the sky.
his hands were
the whitest birds.
we cried
and he told us
it was sap
from the tallest trees.
he told us
that as we fell asleep
the orchids would bow
in the night.
the lakes would
reflect more than
just stars,
and all the foxes
would lie down
quietly
and keep us warm.
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