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Aug 2018
i hold the broken remains of what i once had
a lovely vision turned into crumbled up sand
each grain slicing into the palm of my hands
but i only grip on tighter as they sliced deeper into my hands
as each grain trains out of my palms
out of my reach
these broken remains is all i had
and now they are gone
i hold on to what i use to have. and i always end up with the broken, dark parts. yet i still refuse to let go until they are gone.
Pure of Stars
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Pure of Stars  16/F/i don’t know
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