Had he done it
He would have noticed
A web of white lines
Like veins on a lotus
He might have noticed the callouses
littering his joints
He could have saved her
But now what’s the point
He didn’t shake his hand
And that was all it took
That and her life
Were gone in one look
And as her life slipped
through fingers like sand
He knew he should have
Shaken the mans hand
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