A thousand hands
Crawl out of my heart,
Sticky flakes of life
Cling to their palms,
Unwavering,
Determined to succeed.
My open cavity
Loss of red soul water
Refilled with red grape water
Sealed with toothpaste
Until they return,
Bringing with them
Infinite happiness.
9.5.11
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