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My hands,

Long tired, they tremble,

Holding onto memory,

A little light, lonely , and fading,

Casting shadows, upon the floor,

They dance, stirring thoughts and doubts,

Upon my heart once full and overflowing,

Empty and torn,

I adore the little light, but its losing,

To the shadows on the floor.