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Hands

I really like hands

They show how much a person

Has been through

How old they are.

When you hold hands

You feel love

When you fidget your hands

You feel nervousness

When someone plays with your

Hands or fingers

It's a crush.

Soft hands

Old hands.

You make music with hands

And touch people with hands

Like how eyes are the windows

To the soul,

Hands are the connectors

To our inner self.

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herenow
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Apr 9, 2013
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