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Wandering Hands

All my life,
I’ve felt like
my hands
have been
empty and searching.
Searching,
but never finding.
Like they never really knew
what they were
looking for.
 
Only once
that I can remember
have my hands
ever felt
at peace,
and that was
when they were
wrapped up
in yours.
 
But that only lasted
a moment.
 
And ever since then,
their search has been
even more frantic.
 
Because they had
finally
found what they
had been looking for
for so long,
and they don’t understand
why it’s gone.
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