During my autopsy,
after they've cut me open,
the coroner will find
lines of poetry strewn
and etched into the tiny fibers
of my muscles,
all the way from my head
down to my toes,
because all I do
is live and breathe this life
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A Year of Poems
PoetryA collection of poetry from Alexander Bentley. One new poem written every day. Discover why nearly half a million people love his poems.
