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I wonder


these waking nights - walking slowly between dreams and death - I wonder; when my brittle bones stop breaking and my heart will be free from my body - will it still beat?

am I only made this blood - this dying body?

then bury me beneath a Maple
and sometimes I'll still bleed
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