A Skull rests on a table

Through your sunken eyes
I see the World, its uncertainty
And the skeleton figures boast themselves.
I regret that I cannot see my own
And how beautiful you are without flesh?

*Every time I close the door on Reality, it comes in through the window.
-Ashleigh.Brilliant

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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