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Jul 2015
I look into my
self to see what
I can find
my golden hands
cannot hold
still
clinging as they
dig

I want to fall
I want to fall so quickly
without time
to think

my hands are made of gold
and I am trying to look
within
but there is nothing left
inside of me
in gold I've
been set free
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
203
   From Jess's Lips
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