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Hands Of a Lover
These are the hands of a lover
I dared to touch an object of hate
It did taint
My very soul
The evil took its toll
Over and over
I have repeated this torture
These are now the hands of a warrior
Scarred as my heart
Now regards violence as an art
I played your part
Now you play mine
poem
by
Jeremy Rascon
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