Remains

There was a finger cut off from a hand, on it was a ring, gold, now old. 
There was a watch on the hand, in it some stories, now mere memories.
There was a bone, on it some flesh, red. Red and dead.
There was a tear, in it some fear, not of death but of life
Life, the melting ice
 
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