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Aug 2017
Reaching, straining, grasping,
Desperate to reach our promised place.
Never quite getting there,
Fists forever full of air.

Empty promises and crushed dreams,
Memories fall from bitter lips,
Lie and prayers fall on deaf ears,
Meant for no one to ever hear.
Michael Falls
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Michael Falls  16/FTM/U.S.A.
(16/FTM/U.S.A.)   
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