Place your strong hands on my life
Until it shutters
Like approaching a fireplace
To warm numb limbs
From a lifetime in the cold
The burn of knowing that things will be better from now on
That my body is warming
And once the pain passes
I will feel again
Be my fire
And when I look at your hands for the thousandth time
Realizing that they are the last hands I ever want to hold
I'll keep them with me
To shield me from the cold
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