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Feb 2018
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.)
AG
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AG  20/F/NM
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