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Poems
Feb 2018
Hourglass
here I am
begging you to want me.
I hold the sand so tightly,
but no matter how great my efforts,
or how tight my grip,
every grain eventually falls --
leaving me.
it's easy for the sand to leave my hands;
it knows no other way.
but, here I am anyway,
begging someone to stay.
(a.g.)
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