If death were a wine
I’d drink
Easy, chilled
Serene, divine.

If love were a jump
I’d leap
Over precipice;
Groundlessness.

If life were a book
I’d read the stories live;
The blood, the grief
The tears and joy,
Emotions– fleeting.

If these words were my last
Would they be enough?
For you, my soul
Marking hard.
Would they be enough?
Would I?

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