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Your hand

In mine.

Your arm

Around me.

Why do we have to

Leave?


My heart pulls

Me back,

My mind pushes

Me forwards.


Something

Breaks within me.

I look down

The link to my heart

Gone.

In its place,

Is the shadow

Of the one I love.





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