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Ever so slowly you were falling down towards my outstretched palms.

Your intricate and unique texture very vivid to my myopic sight.

I was at my wits end for wanting to capture you, to keep you, preserve you and protect you from summer.

I lost my mind and just grabbed you with uncontrolled grasps.

For a moment I had you in the middle of my pulsating hand, and in an instant felt you cold.

I opened my fist and you left.

You slipped down the cracks of my palms.

Your liquid form mimicked the temperature of my heart.

And yet you still dripped away from me, colorless, odorless.

I am left with wondering how is it possible that you have seared the memory of you into the crevices of my heart? 

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