There’s No Escaping It

Time folded in.
Scrambling hands,
Scrambling for something high,
Something far away from him.
Grabbing hands,
Grabbing for something to save her,
Something to save us all.
She was all I wanted,
She was all I knew,
And now she is gone.

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