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May 2020
HANDS

IT WAS THE HANDS OF A FETUS
But all I did was be high till I touched Venus
IT WAS THE HAND OF A MAN
But I denied his adoration till I was left crying in my Van
IT WAS THE HANDS OF MY ENEMY
That ended this pregnancy
IT WAS THE HANDS OF LOVED ONES
But I wish I can do many reruns
IT WAS THE HANDS OF MY FRIENDS
But all I did was offend
IT WAS HANDS
HANDS THAT DIDN’T HOLD
HANDS THAT ONLY STOLD
It was my own hands

BY-CARNAGEAMELIA
Amelia  Diaz
Written by
Amelia Diaz  26/F/90002
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