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Dec 2019
Why hold on to something,
That will eventually slip through,
The spaces between our fingers?
Like the sands of time.
Pointless.
Futile.
Jing Xi Lau
Written by
Jing Xi Lau  26/F/Woodbridge, VA
(26/F/Woodbridge, VA)   
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