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Hand Games

Each beat is just as important as the next. Every moment is precious, one hesitation can destroy everything. Any moment lost is lost forever, never to be seen again. Never can one truly appreciate the simplicity of things coming until they are lost, perhaps forever. So hold fast to the moments That you can play the game, because the sounds of the games are crisp and clear when you can play with a lover. Fear would be solo play. flailing silent. Hitting the emptiness, Tearing the insides, Out.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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