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if not for caskets

then how would we remember

that precious ones

and delicate things

and broken teeth and bones

can be kept in boxes?

We cherish death

and destruction

because in those moments

we leaf through our mind

all the yellowed photographs

and we see ourselves--

the gift of their absence

is proof of life

so death, really,

embraces us

crowns our sadness

with occluded jewels

and cold tears

and dried blood under our nails

use it on your lips

and we taste it

and we sit on our thrones

holding those bones

feeling the heaviness disappear

because we've unlocked our gilded heart cages;

we've let go of fear.

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