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I hope there’s a musty yellow wooden chair in heaven with your name carved into its legs and I hope it doesn’t wobble when you sit and your thighs don’t blister
I hope you drink iced lemonade and there’s grass to lay in
I hope you never get another mosquito bite ever again but I hope theres mosquitos everywhere because everything deserves an ounce of belonging
I use to think you were my angel and that I was your God
I learned just because we get our wings doesn’t mean we get our halos
At night when your eyelids shut and your ears stop listening I thanked you for my voice
It may not be as delicate as hers
but I could make words dance off my tongue and flowers grow in my hair
I hope you remember that we still have a sun and it still shines even when the moon is out and the sky frowns
I hope you understand that I still love you even when I’m not around
I hope you know you have a heaven and I’m in the back yard painting our wooden chairs musty yellow, drinking lemonade, carving in our names
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