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Hands
Gathering in their sweet embrace...
touching where there needs to be a touch.
Sweet touches like...
Caress.
Hug.
Pat.
Rub.
A gentle squeeze.
Stroke.
Sour touches like...
Slap.
Hit.
Punch.
Choke.
A painful pinch.
Scratch.
Depending on all of the emotion the owner has...
Never will one know what will be next towards them.
Could be expected....
like fate.
Or a surprise...
like a party.
Hands though...
are yet a mystery.
Murders.
Cheering up.
Two different things...
Another person's hands is what one might think they need...
Yes...
Hugs.
Strokes.
Caresses.
But...
One day.
The hands may wrap around the neck of a innocent victim.
Dark.
Angry.
Insane.
Just like a serpent.
The prey writhes under the traitor.
Bleeding slowly...
Losing the air to sustain life.
The deed is done.
-Snow that flutters down like feathers