November 12, 2011
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Gnarled hands claw at me,
They want what I cannot give,
My heart, my soul, my final breath.
They scream at me,
Threats they will fulfill,
But do not know.
The hands will break me,
Into pieces too small to find.
They do not know it,
But they will.

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