Hands
I stare
one hand works
one broken
I have only one heart
it does not work
broken by yesterdays
now I am blind
in one eye
the other
stares at my hands
one hand works
one broken
I sit in silence
staring at a pill bottle
It will be ok
you see
even if I do not
I have no lover
no one to behold
no one to caress
Only one hand
one eye
one life that flew away
A lark sings a song
that goes like this
One hand works
one broken
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