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Hands

Hands are such a unique feature in our bodies I mean, hands let us feel what we can't see 1 2 3,....456789 10 fingers, describe our feelings when we speak. I mean just picture how my hands move in my poetry Hands God's greatest creation on us. Hands are for love when one has fallen we reach out hoping to grab on to someones... hands.. have their own counter parts because when we hold hands is funny how each one my fingers fit perfectly in the gaps of yours. These are our hands Hands used for love but not all hands are the same some are used for hate a set of clenched fingers turn your hands into a fist a fist which is use to strike in violence or self defense but those clenched fingers that are laid upon a woman are those of a coward. Hands are not just for feeling they are for more they are your identity from every ashed knuckle to every cut Hands have a story for us look your hands and tell the story it tells
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Sep 16, 2014
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#love#hands#holdinghands#oneofmy1stpoems#8thgradecrush
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