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Hands
written by Rogue08:17 AM 4/13/05His eyes were dark as he stood beside me
I could sense the end of him coming near
Wanting to turn to say to him
If only for now how much I would miss him
My tongue got lost and stretched away
Sounds of the piano played anyway
Gathering up my thoughts and mind
I want to capture as much as I can
My hands are drawn to over his face
Thinking is impossible at this point
His cheeks are warm his hands are ice
I try so hard to capture his face in my mind
Before death falls upon him |
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