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Nov 2014
your hands, are the hands that have brought me up and into the light

the hands that assisted me to break through the fright

and I don't know what I'm going to hold on to

when your hands leave me without a clue
splvrry
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splvrry  in a horrendous town
(in a horrendous town)   
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