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Jun 2019
I am trying to hold tight in the fist of my hand;
Relations that are slipping away like sand;
The fingers are numb due to the tightness of the hold;
When the fist is open I find nothing but the lines on my hand.
Written by
Shabnam  44/F/Mumbai
(44/F/Mumbai)   
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