Hands
by Silk

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copyright 12/2/97

hands of a butcher
of too many lives taken
covered in blood
having took with greed

hands of a hero
a title I can't see
strong fingers building up
lives torn in misery

hands of a warrior
long, lean, and callused
strong from the years
of wielding my weapons

hands of a healer
that binds your wounds
holds you close
as you cry in pain

hands of a friend
that pull you to me
to give you the comfort
that you desperately need

hands of a lover
carressing soft skin
expressing my feelings
in every touch

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