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It’s too late
to erase
your hostile hands,

Hands, like insects
that went where they pleased,
Destroyed my foundations
and spread their disease,

Hands,
Like cigarette plumes
that penetrate my insides –
Smoke, like hands.
Lungs, like thighs.

If I had been older,
I might have been bolder,
and known how to tell you to
Stop.

But it’s too late
to erase
your hostile hands.

I can still feel them
Making their demands.






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On Wednesday September 7th, 2005, SamoneDrone (404) writes:
this poem is all so perfect. you conveyed this horror with the utmost eloquence. great job with this. ....-samone


On Friday September 2nd, 2005, gothemite (398) writes:
ahh.. horrible i can imagine.... :S... perfectly portrayed though


On Friday September 2nd, 2005, capt_funguy (993) writes:
unfortunately , this is all too common a topic .. sorry for that , but this is a very strong piece .. the second verse especially , was exceptional .. i hesitate to get all .."great write!!!" ...


On Friday September 2nd, 2005, capt_funguy (993) writes:
due to the subject matter , yet it is .... funguy



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