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Slowly
You’re slowly slipping through my fingers.
And strangely?
I enjoy the way it feels.
No anxiety to save
and salvage
what is meant to be lost.
No desire to clean up the mess
you will inevitably make.
You’re just fading through the cracks…
And the sensation?
The sensation is enticing.
And strangely?
I enjoy the way it feels.
No anxiety to save
and salvage
what is meant to be lost.
No desire to clean up the mess
you will inevitably make.
You’re just fading through the cracks…
And the sensation?
The sensation is enticing.
Published 12th Aug 2014
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