Death Poem?


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Be gentle, sky, and let me rest – These bones are worn and lack the zest Of flesh in life – they’re marrowless! – Their arid surface, nakedness! – Betrayed in death; no sheen of red From coursing blood; and blue was shed Upon the fading out of eyes That cased the world and gave disguise To what my deepest thoughts had been – But now I’m done with all I’ve seen.

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