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Jan 2021
Don't reach for me
With your
Quicksand hands

That is to say,
I look at you
And I can see
My time
Slipping away

You'll take
From me
Till there's
No grain
Left

Till I've
No place
To land
But the
Floor.

l.v.s
Leila The Kiwi
Written by
Leila The Kiwi  22/F/New Zealand
(22/F/New Zealand)   
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