segunda-feira, 12 de julho de 2010

touching my hand

i see someone touching my hand

pushing me to see

but there's nothing but air there

the fingers pulling me can't make me real

they're covering my eyes now

showing me the future in waves

tearing me open with the pain

these hands

left truths in my body

open boxes for me to close

and i'm hanging

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