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I’m slipping through your fingers now,
Until I realize that the spaces are simply little lakes
And I try to hold onto the shores,
But I lose grasp.
It is reassuring to me that they are simply lakes
And they must have a floor;
The only question is whether my deep breath in
Will last the whole journey down
And back up again.





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