My hands get worse
My eyes can't see to hold you
In them
My hands, my hands
These organs
Of sense and touch
Storms and waves
Crash upon the shore
My hands are like the sea
Waving
My shoulders like the cliffs
My hips the boulders rolling
And my knees the pebbles crushing
Rounding to the toes of my feet
I am the land and the sea
I am caught in the sand
The land is in the heart of me
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