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The glue that holds all, I break
It comes apart in my hands
Snap -
Sticky, brittle, shards
Crumbling and disintegrating...

I stare
Why ?
It forms to dust
Scattering in my hand...

Then, only then, I know itís too late
The glue comes back
Only not as strong
But it holds me,
To everything,
Holds me to you.

I touch
But it loves.
Itís warm,
It cares,
I clutch it,
Pull it close.
Protect it from the wind...

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