there are thousands of blueberries

tumbling over cut and partly eaten


there are bright red strawberries

bursting through boxes made of

green plastic wire

no one has to be that brave

but i know that you are that brave

just in case

and rigor mortis

will let you hold up a bright light

for a time

even after you pass

i will think of you when the sun has set

when the moon is bright

like your words

your glow

my friend

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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