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Mar 2013
You stretch your hand,
Begging for help,
For understanding,
For anything,
For that bit of something.
Outstretched fingers
Grabbing blindly at thin air.

You stretch your hand towards me,
But when I try to catch it,
Your fingers slip out of my grip
Like water…
Written in May, 2009
Elena Visan
Written by
Elena Visan
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   Natasha and Michael Pick
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