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You only feel it when it's lost

Getting through still has a cost

Quietly, it slips through your fingers love

Falling from you drop by drop

What I had left here

I just held it tight

So someone with your eyes

Might come in time

To hold me like water

.Or Christ, hold me like a knife

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