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Nov 2017
It touched my finger tips
but I never got to hold it,
like the way the sand slips
it was lost before I could keep it.
It does not matter now
but yet I mourn,
because it was mine
but will never be mine.
Written by
Nylee  24/F/in a body and mind.
(24/F/in a body and mind.)   
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