It Happens All the Time
No matter how close I get I can't hold a grip.
The more I squeeze the more you slip.
They look like strong hands but just understand.
You slip right through like grains of sand.
No matter how hard I try, I can't make you mine.
These words I write ; to you are just scribbles in a line.
... And it happens all the time.
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