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May 2018
Fluid and soft
she will slip through your hands
like water

meant not to fill you,
but to help you grow.

She is not your rock
in a hard place

She is a tidal wave
that breaks at the receding.

She is not the light
That calls you close

But the warmth
That keeps
You at ends
With life
Written by
Lily  19/F/CA
         Pradip Chattopadhyay, Barbara, Tenant, Matadi, --- and 39 others
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