The Hand's Deceit
Her slender figure always appears to be at ease
but her hands give her away.
Her hands shake
Her thoughts wander
And her heart races
to the point of exhaustion
She wills herself to be calm
She takes deep breathes
She is overcome with peace
She enjoys the sense of isolation
She keeps herself occupied,
in a failed attempt to lose track of time.
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