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Being with you,

Is like sand in my hand,

Sometimes you wait,

Before fallling into demand,

Slowly seeping through my fingers,

Until you are no more.



A few of your grains,

Still remains,

But it isn't the same,

As having you by my side,

When wet you stick and hide,

In my strong grasp.



But when happy and dry,

You can't stay by,

You have to be free,

And flow into the sea.