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Losing Grip

November 28, 2016
By fragmentaations DIAMOND, Middleburgh, New York
fragmentaations DIAMOND, Middleburgh, New York
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Favorite Quote:
“You write beautifully. The inside of your mind must be a terrible place.”


Our fingers were laced together so tightly,
I became blinded from treacherous truth.
My dreams had slipped from hopeful grasp,
Drowning in the toxic fathoms of reality.

 

Your once intertwined fingers now ball into fists.
No matter how I strain, you've become out of reach.
Welcoming warmth from your hand freezes into icy isolation,
And promises of forever slip out from beneath my fingertips.
 



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