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Hands have the ability to alter
To reshape the mind of man and it's home
Each with their homemade purposes, mistakes
Etched into gradual wrinkles
None: then all at once.
A trivial gesture of the hand can teach a child
Mature it or dull its eagerness for life
Or steady, nimble movements can design blueprints
Printing architectural wonders into the blue sky
Hands that carry a screaming newborn child
Or hands that carry the other burden of life
Tools, incisions beneath the skin
With the certainty of a man running into the dark
Hands intertwining with one another
They utter the dangers of safety
Dragging fingertips across every part of their skin
A timid creation of innocence and passion
Every so often a man sits and reminisces
Peering into the gaps in his life
His wilting hands sitting like flowers in a crystal vase, sturdy, comfortable
Forgetting that water cannot replenish itself
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