Two hands
Feel their way
Keys on a spine
Have something to say
About love
And injustice
About ice
And about warmth
Two hands
Find their way
Up and down
A billion spines
Tip-toeing
Inching fast
And slow
Through dreams
Two hands
Touch nothing
Feel themselves
Fading away
Making their way
To you and me
How we used to be
Back in the day
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