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May 2014
My left fights with
the right, as my hands
are idle, as I sleep they
have finger wars, I wake
up with a dead thumb
as the other is on top
locked on the other.

Pins and needles, my hands
spasm and slaps the other. What
is up with my hands, I try to
clap but they never connect
with each other.

I sleep at night, I wake up to
find one tied to the bed, scratches
on the other, my hands have a
mind of there own and I must
keep them busy so no arguing
with each other.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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