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i'm holding on
my grip so tight
you're almost bound
to slip right through

i'm holding on
my grip less tight
you're still almost bound
to slip right through

you ask for time
you ask for space
the hours count down
my smile erased

you need more time
you need more space
bite my tongue
as i fall from grace

is this about me?
is this about you?
it's all about us
if you care to open your eyes

the poison it bubbles
from deep in my gut
i'm trying so hard
to keep it in check

my grip it releases
my mind it opens
my heart responds
as i wait for you to find your home.

livia

i love your poems,
good work