Fog clinging to the limbs of trees
refusing to let go,
the sun shall return, and burn, but
how could the wood ever know –
Hands were made
to hold, and
lest we forget
also to let go –
Who would dare love
what they must lose to death;
the greatest gamble will be
taking your final breath –
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