Toulouse is gone now.
Céleste put him in my arms,
His body softened,
Lulled by our voices.
My warm breath on his white neck
One very last time.
We smoked on the couch
And listened to Debussy.
Bright room, quiet tears.
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A song I sang for Toulouse: Meadowlarks (Fleet Foxes)
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