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I held her hand, and it was mine hand
frail and weak it grasped at me
it seeped my strength
flowed out onto banks of flowers scarlet.
The petals falling into the riverbed
no cheers followed her embrace of shadow.
The world came to silence, as she gripped still
my hand was cold like the water's surface
yet a droplet of my tear rippled that mirror
broke my visage behind which her body lied cold
so still, so still was she.
Once, her heartbeat rippled the waters around
now, my hands broke the flat
reaching for her
grasping mere husk.