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Aug 9
I am reaching
Weeks later and I am
Reaching, still

My arm is not tired
I am only reaching

The days pass like raindrops
On a windshield
Over my arm
Outstretched

And moss begins to grow on it
And cracks begin to form

You have no idea
How long I’ve spent reaching before
Written by
Eleanora  17/F/Fullerton, California
(17/F/Fullerton, California)   
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