Knowing 17

I wonder if I’d know
if your heart stopped beating.
Would the sky turn to brass
all sound cease?
Could I take the next breath?
Could I give it to you instead?
Your skin is
layered under mine.
Surely you can’t shed yours
unless I go first?

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