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Holding On



Fleeting moments are many

In the shroud of the veil you hide behind.

Seamless in their clarity

Yet, escaping the touch we once knew

I find myself with only a canvas,

In the soft of you.



In all these years

Tears have washed away any innocence

Brushed by the tender of your naked felt,

The mark of a Goddess ruined

By her own undoing,

In the flesh you left printed

For my own sins.



I could have sold your remains

To the highest bidder,

The colour of sweet shy

Market valuable

But the true worth would be lost

As the strokes I still spill upon your memory,

Would be gone in the fade of undying love.