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Was anyone close enough?

Did anyone hold your hands?

All you were giving

was ripped from your hands.

Did you know the dream was over? Did you feel it slipped away?

We all knew where you were from. It’s over.

Now the coals fall from fire

and the night grows cold.

I miss your arms, your sighs, your eyes. Our young love has now grown old. You showed up as a fairy,

in the end it’s just soil.