Holding on to gone

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Far from range the fleeting souls
Warmth of bodies turned to cold
Stiffened can’t be molded
Taken deep breaths, remembering
The soul feels detached
Gone ones not turning
Bitter realities became truth
Us broken beings
Bounded to acceptance
With heavy hearts, watery eyes
Handed dears to dust
With shaking hands
Shivering voice summons
Calls to the dead ones
Never responding
Clinging to the gone
Not ever returning

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