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fables the warm heat permeated from the blankets
was like a womb, but for the end of life:
a place that the heart stops.
the tears dropped on your crown, and you...
you looked up, turning your head
to peer at the past.
finally the pinkish fluid mixed with your blood
and you grew tired, your old body at peace,
sedate and amicable to the dust.
your heart was unbeating, and you squeed breaths,
and the white fur felt no warmth emmitting beneath it
as i said my last "i love you"s.
the child was thinking of you in a hat,
and you looked so calm and free,
it seems that the star gave you justice.
