She reminds me I’m dying- A poem

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She reminds me I’m dying

Diamond inflamed veins beat through paper skin
While The echoes of war ring a faint hum
And dilated eyes stare at plastered white skies

How it pains me to wake with arm draped innocence
With this body, a husk without reason
How much can one learn and still be lost?

Watching the silhouet sleep in purpose
The retreating thief takes even his whispers
“We are always reminded of what we once were”

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