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Cold Hands

December 11, 2014
By shay.rose BRONZE, Farmington, Connecticut
shay.rose BRONZE, Farmington, Connecticut
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The blood sleeps
turning cold in his veins.
There is no more running,
no more happy flowing,
no longer any warmth
or beating hearts,
no more daytime strolls
holding hands in the park.
Just the holding
of a pale white hand.
Wet tears dripping
from a womans eyes
onto the sleeping arm
of a cold, still man.



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