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Cold Hands
-May 9, 2010

I listen to the ticking clock
as I swallowed my heart.
Each one of the percussions
has been fading in recession.
Now these stars twinkle
like fading candlelight.
I think I now have a better
understanding
of your dreams.
Hold on to the light
and never let it go.
Cup your hands around the glow,
the warmth will rid you
of these dreadful
cold hands.