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"Hands"
What he want
What he need
Everything's
A meal of
A bitter weed
My hands clasped
Grasped the rum
The spirit of youth
My faith
Speaking to the silence
Of an empty wall
Reach
Branches
Hold
Them
A perfect
Moment
Standing
In late summer shade
I felt emotion in this one, feeling sad for you, mors so for myself, since I think I know similar feelings.
I hope your day improves for you. ♦