Quatrain of Touch My Hand
Help
Touch my hand, let me help
you, no real urgency
to die right
now,
We can explain our cerebral
rifts another
time, I do
avow.
You are slipping away, grab
hard and hang on
while I pull you
inside,
You didn't try, now you're gone,
my hand is empty: why
couldn't you
abide.
Yorktown Disciple
Help
Touch my hand, let me help
you, no real urgency
to die right
now,
We can explain our cerebral
rifts another
time, I do
avow.
You are slipping away, grab
hard and hang on
while I pull you
inside,
You didn't try, now you're gone,
my hand is empty: why
couldn't you
abide.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 10764
You
are
slipping
away
are
slipping
away
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