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Mar 2013
This wall rises high,
reaching beyond the sky.
Now at the bottom, standing alone,
like a million miles from home.

Reaching up, I take hold,
for I know I must try.
Now for you I call,
but you cannot hear my cry.

You stand there, staring down to me,
I look up to meet your gaze,
only to see you looking away,
your memory is fading this day.

I'm pulling as hard as I can,
so why am I still sinking?
My hand is reaching toward you,
so why do you keep on shrinking?

As you fade to black,
I can see you very clearly.
To everyone else you are gone,
but you are still here with me.
Seth Bennett
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Seth Bennett  Ohio
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