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reaching to the extent

trying to grip with fingertips

but theres nothing

there.

my hands heavy and bare

stained by the weight

of your tears

My hands are heavy,

my hands bare,

i still feel you dear.

I believed

in the

fairest of tales,

and told of these

wonders.

Love strikes fast and hard

like thunder.

The clouds

ease into a sprint.

the sky darkens

in moments.

It seems moments,

for thiers no guard for it.

Love takes you like surging rapids

venting madness,

in the rush one can find thier self

captured.

Loving with lonesome,

what madness,

such madness.