I suppose death is something
our bones are born knowing, and
no matter how much you truly love yourself,
it's a secret they will never tell your heart.
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This s such a wonderful piece, Amberlee. At first the opening line had me feeling doubtful, but this poem of the perception of what is the world and the blurring of the line between the outside and the personal worlds is quite excellent. There were moments of T.S. Elliot in there but they were not ale imitations.
A great poem finding beauty and death in love and lovers.