Hands
I take shallow breaths as your hands move over me for the last time
if i could stop your movement it wouldnt be the last time.
yet you continue to go consistent with change,
while i deteriorate along with my name.
Your said to be an illusion but i can feel you when i ache
when for 100th time my heartbreaks. no matter how many times you
still havent numbed the pain you dont live up to your name the hands
of time are supposed to heal all pains
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