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He holds her as though
She's the last one left,
As though she is the
Only person left that
He cares about.

He holds her as though
If he lets go,
She too might float off
Into some obscure eternity.

She won't go,
She won't float
As all the rest did
Into an abyss of History
And darkening memories.

If he turns his head
For a moment,
When he turns back,
She'll still be there.

But even so,
She likes it
When he holds her so.