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Let go to hold on.

His words were written on a scrap of
paper- folded and re-folded
creases  so deep it would tear
a little each time it was opened
the lines bled with sentiment
for a life He would never live

Tenderly wiping away drops
from exhausted eyes
She struggled
to hold on to the fading ink
Her hands weren't strong
enough to maintain their grip

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