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McKenna Pickett
Poems
Feb 2022
My Hand Slips Through The Past
I long for a time I can never reach again.
A time that is slowing slipping through my fingers.
A time that is fading from my memories.
Taking its warmth and serenity with it.
And it is only now that I realize I should have appreciated it more.
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