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Open My Hand
I reach out grasping for the wind in hopes of capturing just an inkling of hope to hold as tightly as I possibly can so that I could believe the impossible That I could breathe again that the nothingness of the air could be held as tightly as the love that was no longer there I want to be foolish but I know that should I open my hand it will be as empty as my arms that once held her it's just that I need an inkling of hope |
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Beautifully expressed
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The feel of wanting
Ray of expectation Penned in aspiration Nice poem |
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Nice poem .
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The after effects of love linger on... while those we love move on. Your poem was heartfelt.
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As always, beautifully expressed.
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