What if this was the start?

To bring forth more of your heart.

To feel the fresh,

of crisp winter breeze;

To relax into conversation,

with comfortable ease.

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So what if this was the start?

Where finally you gave into your heart.

To listen to it’s beat,

it’s rhythm and it’s rhyme.

To realise itself

is on borrowed time.

This beautiful existence,

is quickly resigned to past tense.

And entropy, decline and decay

and age and time they’ll have their way.

Because we’re stardust reformed.

Bonds of carbon and nitrogen.

And we’ll return back to there.

It’s the one thing we all share.

There’s nothing surer than

to draw our last breath.

But let’s not be scared

of the conversation around death.

Because any conversation

about our own demise

is a clever conversation

about living in disguise.

So, again,

What if this was the start?

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