Strange to live with uncertainty

a constant reacquaintance

with the beating of my heart

the shadings of my soul

infused with pale pinks and flushed corals

I feel the pulse

in my throat, on my wrist

but there is a dull ache

insistent presence under my skin

questioning me, wondering

How long have you been dead?

How long will you live?


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I am very passionate, sometimes too impulsive, a lover of life and all that it has to offer.

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