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26/3/09
Once a fleshy hand with veins and blood,
I held in mine with nothing but the time we had,
Life has never been on my side ‘til now
but death is on yours,
and I just want to be where you are,
I’m standing atop your grave with a shovel.
And the tears are watering the flowers I left you.
And I’m left here holding the hand
of a skeleton.
And I won’t let your bones crumble.
And I won’t let this hand ever slip.
And I’ll knock at the walls of this cave
until the walls crumble
And we’ll lie here eternally.
Your skeletal hand in my fleshy one.
I’ll breathe in dirt ‘til the end of my days.