Posted in Poetry

Hands


Just wait until I get my hands on you!
Always touching things your’e not suppose to.
Moving them about, making them impossible to find.
If I didn’t know better, I would have lost my mind.
Then again,
maybe I did lose my mind since I am talking about
my hands. 

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