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Hand Cancer
Mass murderer
You were beautiful, once
I was reaching for your mouth
Too raw for me to kiss
There's a trail of blood thats
come from the hearts that you've stopped
And it isnt funny anymore
Our hands had a moment, they spoke
Mine made a fist and threw up every last
one of your intentions
If only it were the lies, I'd go
I'd wait for this to solidify, but
Ive got hand cancer
and its got me
alone
