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Dec 2015
we were like the sand at our favorite beach
no matter how hard I tried to keep us from slipping through my fingers
I could never hold on tight enough
I still find little grains of you clinging to me
& no matter how many times I try and scrub them away
you're still stuck between my toes
& in my hair
sometimes I can feel you when I grit my teeth
you'd think after time these little pieces of you would fill up the holes you left in my heart
but that seems to be the one thing you left empty
when I swallow I swear i can feel you burning against the back of my throat
like saltwater
all the way down into my stomach
it tastes the same as they day you told me you never loved me
you would think by now I would have learned
you can't fill emptiness with more emptiness
& you can't keep sand from slipping from your fingers
but I still tried to do it anyway
Macy Wieland
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Macy Wieland  20/F
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