PURE HANDS

PURE HANDS

A Poem by Van Benjamin
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How well can you keep your hands clean when everything seems to be a mess?

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When I'm at my worst,
you don't have to
worry. My hands
will be forever clean.
I will touch no blood
and will get
no life. I know
what Im doing.
My heart may break
but my mind still functions.
I can still disguise. 
Have gotten thousands of 
mask. But if i see no
masks anymore and only
a knife. Worry not,
my hands will still be clean.
I wont stab myself. 
I will let others.

© 2016 Van Benjamin


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I actually like how this sounds believe it or not one of my characters in the story I am working on kind of sounds like that!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phenomenal. Thank you for sharing

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Added on January 12, 2016
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Van Benjamin
Van Benjamin

Cebu, Philippines



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