not the last

November 6, 2008
By ladygrace SILVER, Zionsville, Indiana
ladygrace SILVER, Zionsville, Indiana
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I held out a hand to you
A gesture of support
And you grasped onto me
As if fingers were a life line
You held on dearly
Gasping through the water
And soft, gnawing words of comfort
And shaky, wet laughs
Hugs were no longer hugs
But the bonds we made
All pressed together
Into one single last one

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on Mar. 22 2009 at 3:33 am
This is amazing and my mind boggles as I try to place it and conceive it. Great work!


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