they can not conceal the certainty,
that is told by a firm grasp
nor disguise their doubts,
baring all with bitten nails
they do not lie
about their center's warmth,
wiping sweat from anxious palms
or utter words of falsehood
for what they write, time will withstand
so recognize in cold me
that when i say 'hold my hand',
i mean 'you have my heart'
then,
i will incorporate the fingers of your thoughts
through the parts of me that matter
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