Tuesday, March 18, 2014

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My hands are gently, my hands are swift.
In this room I use my gift.
Seconds turn to minutes, minutes to hours.
Each second that passes, a life takes a sleep.
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Gary Hembree
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Adheez Van Der Beanthz 24 March 2014

agreed with Noreen.. the way you build it make this poem so alive love it

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Noreen Carden 22 March 2014

Gary well done this is a very dark but excellent poem I like the way you build up the story to its climax in the final line

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