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A friend of mine

She's a great poet. She wrote this poem that i want to share to the world. With her permission of course ;]
This is called "Its my hands that hold your heart."

Catatonic.
I sit and wait
listen to the hum;
people speak around me,
a hushed flurry.
Wrap my head in bandages
hate bleeds from my eyes
from my mouth.
You stopped it.
Ah, Ive lost contact.
I begin to see the world anew,
as I get lost in you.
The flurry turns to storm
I get buried,
Crushed,
trapped alive under lie after lie,
You dig me out
Breath life into me
Every touch of your lips,
Lightening.
I sit and wait,
I listen to your breathing,
Your heart beat draws me close.
An attraction that's almost animal.
Primal and unknown.
A smile twists upon my face;
My heart soars and bursts
under the weight of your thoughts.
Your eyes are like gourds
full of sorrow, hopes, and dreams.
they pour deep into mine.
I find my religion to be your success.
I find myself believing;
your mine to protect,


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