The Hand
I gave my heart to you
So now you have two
I only have a trace of a heart
A ghost that won't depart
Keep whatever piece of it you want
But please do not haunt
My heart was to protect you
Help you grow and feed you
To help sift your strife
Not to be a sheath for your knife
So throw your pointy weapon away
And ponder this day
On the person you reflect
And the hand you reject
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