The night we died

A painted sky

we discovered the nightly greens a few months before we left the island

such a high density in our veins; when dark red blood is splashed onto green leafs it is camouflaged like a red deer is when it hares away into the forest

Now it’s different, this is more,

this is wide and full of stardust

We became everything the night we died.

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