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Sep 2013
i keep asking myself the same question
why do i cling to you so?
my grip on you
is so deathly tight
my knuckles have long become
ghostly white.
but still,
you're slipping right through
my clenched fists
as if you were
simply
water.
either i
have to let you go
or you
need to hang on
because you're getting
too heavy to hold,
taking my breath away
and making my heart skip beats.
i just wish i knew
why do i cling to you so?
Ashton Montgomery
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Ashton Montgomery  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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