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If I could choose my place to die,
it would be there,
my head in the cradle of your shoulder,
bodies entwined,
my hand caressing the soft fur on your chest.
If I could choose my last minute,
it would be there,
your soft whispers of love in my ear
while I breathe you in,
lost in the awe of us.
If I could choose where to take my last breath,
it would be there,
hearts matching rhythms,
eyes mirroring the wonder
of what we'd just shared.
If I could choose.
C.J. Heck
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