I work with my hands. It takes a lot out of you to work with you hands. It takes a lot of love and attention and care, but so what. My hands can be smooth and the can be rough. They've held babies and bandsaws, but not often together. They've held carrots and kittens and kindness and conversations. They've held lovers and hopes and the number of times I... Yes, my hands hold my soul. And with them I work my magic daily.... But I want more hands. Just two more. Because there are things I can't hold.... Like me
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PoesíaI've collected a lot of works I have made for me and thrown them into a mess of empathic poetry I have done for others.
