Warm fingers search
the flesh to find
traces of a girl
they once knew.
Explosions
become
midnight reflections
Fingers, hands
reach
but there is nothing left
She found her way
to the edge
of time
There was a calling
Beyond the hands
That fondle her
Truth
fate travels
a thin line
a whisper
that meanders
into silence
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