holding hand

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holding hand
i held the hand
pale ,glowing hand
giving me strength
as we walk through
the land

we were chosen
chosen by the dozen
to let go
let go of the hand

i was never chosen
not until today
my source will go
be taken away

he gave me over
then i held the hand of death


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