I lifted my hand,
With a purpose,
But moved it as if it was a magic wand,
It was in vacuum,
That I had moved it,
It was looking for purpose and sense,
And catch hold of some object,
It could not find one,
And dropped down limp,
My hand again moved out,
This time rather fast and alert,
A bright light was blinding,
And hands duly...
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