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Jul 2011
Warm hands

Your hands were always warm
Very taciturn
They would slowly caress my
Body


Feeling every inch


Like the blind man reading
A strangers face

Now the landscape is bleak
My skin silent and cold


Your hands were always warm.
Written by
David Williams
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