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Aug 2020
Holding bubbles in your hand
Adding glitter, fine sand
It’s hard enough to hold on to these alone
As they slip or pop you just let it go
This is how grief works as well
As much as you try handle it
It slips away
But yet on the other hand it feel the same
Holding onto something that’s no longer tangible but grasping to keep hold
That’s Grief, comes and goes....
Ashly Kocher
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Ashly Kocher  39/F/Florida
(39/F/Florida)   
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