The hand
Sometimes the hand holding the sharpest, deepest cutting knife
Is the softest
Sometimes the hand that is holding the bleeding remains of your heart
are the gentlest
Sometimes the hand that is holding the balance of your life
is the most perfect
Sometimes, and just, sometimes
The hand that covers your eyes
Are the ones you were just caressing with your lips
Simply.........me
Just doing what I do
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