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Jun 2018
Its like trying to hold water
fistfuls of water, grabbing and groping
trying to make it stay but it won't, it can't.

Too soon it's gone, down the drain and every molecule is forgotten in that moment.
We only have a splash, a short shower, a puddle and it's here for a second as we swirl it around, trying to form it into something we'd like, knowing all along it's flowing and won't hold any shape for long, least not in this form.
This form.
This form.
Then it's gone again. So splash in mine, it won't be long now.
Cheryl
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Cheryl  F/Ohio
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