Hands Are Houses

Fingers become walls
With finger nails the windows
The palm holds the history
As the fingers
Twist and bend
It alters the community of hands
Creating castles
Or plains
Within seconds
These hands house my ideas
And my flaws
For they can create nations
And destroy civilizations
Depending where the walls fall
So these hands are houses
Full of divinity and nightmares
For they are hold the power
To recreate or destroy all my choices


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