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Oct 2013
Two hands
Longing for each other's warmth
Searching for one another
In the darkness

Their fingers tremble
Finding comfort in their suffering
They inch a tiny bit closer
Such a simple thing meant so much more

Their hands finally become one
The darkness became weary
Their interlocked bones gave their hearts a place to rest
When pain and fear had turned and left
This is very messy and I am very sad
ficklesouls
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ficklesouls  Ontario
(Ontario)   
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