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These hands of mine Are perfectly fine Whether I am clapping or snapping They are perfectly benign Even if they can't draw a straight line as they cut their lifelines They serve me well *when sending them all to hell Even though these hands of mine Are perfectly fine They tend to tremble with excitement Whenever something seems to resemble Blood*
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 1:37 AM UTC
These Hands
These hands of mine Are perfectly fine Whether I am clapping or snapping They are perfectly benign Even if they can't draw a straight line as they cut their lifelines They serve me well *when sending them all to hell Even though these hands of mine Are perfectly fine They tend to tremble with excitement Whenever something seems to resemble Blood*
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 1:37 AM UTC
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