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Feb 2013
Walking on this thin line
slowly tripping over my tears
trying to catch you as
you walk away, leaving me
alone.
I see you pause, to look back
and see me desperately chasing
you. Moving on after a moment
I try to run
I try to do more
to catch you
but I can't even get a grip
on the wisps of you
as I fall behind.
Natasha Yount
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Natasha Yount
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     alex, Odi, Mary Holz and Natasha Yount
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