The Major and the Minor (Poetry Version)

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Its cold metal chills my hand, calming the fever.

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Its chain clings to my pocket, a small comfort.

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How could I have not seen this coming?

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From youth I have watched these cold hands, so how could I have missed the time seeping away?

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And now is too late.

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Because you are already gone.