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three little letters

i walk with you
hand and hand
like the bond
that hold together
the smallest grains
of sand
you trip and i catch you
again and again
but when i need you
when i am close
to the edge and you
stare in my amber eyes
seeing my fear, my pain
as i slip from your hand
close to falling and i reach out
my hand looking wanting
the embrace of yours
but it never comes
i wisp away into darkness
on the side of the road
i fall and cry on the inside
I'd never cry not for you
and as i walk and stare at
the sky i never care to ask
why





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