Someday I will be
done I will be
picked clean
bones smooth
all that remains
Someday I will be
done I will be
finished with my
time here I'll
Seep into
earth and air and
small living things
And at that time
I will be
forever in
this moment
and this one
And this one
In perpetuity
Accessible
by air, by song
I will hear your
thoughts and dreams
My love
in existence
for you
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