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My heart is a thousand hands Grasping At thin air My heart is a thousand hands Pulling Tweaking Cupping Grasping Kneading Scratching Bringing so much life to its core That it collapses with Exhaustion My heart is a thousands hands My body is a constant contraction Cutting off all energy Waiting to meet its ultimate desire To spur its deepest breath And an inward flow of life
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
My Heart is a Thousand Hands
My heart is a thousand hands Grasping At thin air My heart is a thousand hands Pulling Tweaking Cupping Grasping Kneading Scratching Bringing so much life to its core That it collapses with Exhaustion My heart is a thousands hands My body is a constant contraction Cutting off all energy Waiting to meet its ultimate desire To spur its deepest breath And an inward flow of life
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
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