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My Hands

Sitting here… thinking about all the possibilites
Trying to fix all your problem as they slowly start to slip through your pores
Your eyes peirce the wall, in its strong train of thought.
Feeling your tear slowly but suddenly flowing through your vains.
The conversation your having with Him, constantly going on, how your trying to prove what your doing is something that I need to do, to be able to do everything that He needs…

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