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It's the faint play of light, rising,
against the door.
A hand, slippery with sweat,
grasping at the straws of a week,
crumpled together,
unnamed.
Wherever it begins, or ends,
I will be here,
heart leaping against my ribs,
sandy eyes and shallow breaths,
a thin, sudden beam of sunlight,
heralding the new day.
against the door.
A hand, slippery with sweat,
grasping at the straws of a week,
crumpled together,
unnamed.
Wherever it begins, or ends,
I will be here,
heart leaping against my ribs,
sandy eyes and shallow breaths,
a thin, sudden beam of sunlight,
heralding the new day.
Of course I hang on tight, she said. You
can't believe the kind of stuff that
happens when you let go.
- Brian Andreas
can't believe the kind of stuff that
happens when you let go.
- Brian Andreas
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Awesome poem! I like all your poems! 
They're all so wonderful.
They're all so wonderful.