My hand is not mine,
I have been taken
Though the quiet,
Must be mistaken
Though I feel
As sounds approach,
And at a call
From distant thoughts
I know my hand
Is mine
But I only feel so
In the warmth
Of other’s minds.
My hand is not mine,
I have been taken
Though the quiet,
Must be mistaken
Though I feel
As sounds approach,
And at a call
From distant thoughts
I know my hand
Is mine
But I only feel so
In the warmth
Of other’s minds.
❤
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