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Dusty floor
I can feel the cold.
Fingers closer to my hand
I can’t understand
what I feel.
A voice guides
this touch.
I am confused,
but hands don’t think,
they talk.
They look for each other,
they hold each other,
they caress each other,
nothing can break them apart,
now they are one.
Words are not needed,
two hands are enough.
Claudia Seno
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