Warm Hands and a Good book
Why are you still laying there
It looks as if you'd awake at any moment
But when I touch your hands
They're cold as stone
Don't worry I'll hold yours in mine
And warm them
As you would do mine
When I'd run in to escape a winter's day
Are my hands warm
I put them by the fire
Yet yours continue to be blue
To think I'll never see your eyes again
I waited by your side
But they remained closed
I guess that was the final page in your book
And from now on it will remain close as well
But i took a few notes
So forgive me if I circle through them
At times
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