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Passed from one hand to another. 

Lost in a drawer 

Next to that broken pen 

It's just change 

But a penny cant change into a dollar 

She felt her cold hand wrap around the cold phone 

She dialed those numbers as fast as she could with a dying heart 

Soon she heard the voice on the other side 

That was not the only voice that she heard 

A white blanket covered the dirt ground a icicle once concealed 

The sun shone through the frigid air 

deer trot across the arctic meadow 

Playing in the snow that brought back childhood

I fly across the glamorous glistening water 
Through the meadows 
Over the houses 
Leaving my home behind. 
When I land at my new home 
I know it will soon become a memory. 

Her bright dyed hair danced with the sun’s ray 

it flowed like a tree being cut into timber as she past 

I wanted to say how beautiful she 

was but the words would not jump from my vast mouth

You grasped my hand and held it tight

Telling me you would never hurt me 

Soon I wish I knew your grip was as cold as fire 

you let go but a piece of you still hung around