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Jun 2020
the distance between

you and I

is a single word

hovering upon my lips

clings to me

and I grip on to it

hoping it won't slip away

disappear, be forgotten

me with you

I let my fingers

remain in your grasp

for an extra second

hoping I won't slip away

from you
Written by
Amanda Hawk  42/F/Seattle
(42/F/Seattle)   
290
   ---, Fawn and Cloudydaze
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