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I will lay my head on the forearm
Of the one who loves me most
She will stroke my face and ears
She will bend down from time to time
And deeply inhale
The smell of moist earth, dense forest and burnt wood
Right in the middle of my forehead.
I will close my eyes and rest
In all that love
I will feel the pull of darkness
My heart will stop
And oh, so quickly
I will let go.
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