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Sep 2015
Hands do not need to be compared to metallic weapons
in order to give proof of the damage they can do,
The proof is in the way my eyes
dart away from your face,
and my throat closes up when I see you,
Your hands can be a weapon in the most gentle of vile ways
simply as hands,
they harm,
simply by touch,
you scar,
Simply your reach extends too far,
and your hands become the weapons they truly are,
and have always been,
Your hands are hurtful simply because they belong to you,
and you have power over them,
and you thought they had power over me,

*The danger comes not from what a hand holds,
but from who has hold over those hands
Written by
KJSC
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