Dirty Hands
dirty hands shaking
the stains of bluish blood
trickled
oil to wash sticky glued
and perfumed
we go to recreate
recreation of procreation
clean hands filthy fingers
war of love
dream of death
colonisation
fingers move palm rests
fidgety chasing the vigilant holes
to rest for a while in
the darkness of
the warmth
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