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The way these hands do bind me down

feelings flutter with caress

these hands only want to touch and feel

creating art out of love

their attached to something more

a heart within a dying hope

and as this body weighs me down

my aching hands keep me afloat

though the biggest weight must be my mind

the one that crys and hacks at time

only wishing its emotions were fullfilled

this body

this mind

these hands that try to bind

all part of a creation not quite mine

forged from something caring and bitterly sensitive

I need release from this drowning plague of rotted bliss