Dying With Them

On the pages I ran

My feet upon the prose

My eyes fire upon the earth’s pages

Wait now, every turn has me

Every breath taken

Bid me farewell for I have now died

Died with another

A soul who sought to raise its fragile hand

And touch mine.

Alas, the bitter blade of a breath no longer

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