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hands and feet
Contributed by
lanabear
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Saturday, 15th October 2005 @ 01:08:59 AM in AEST
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The place where your hands are your feet
You wish you didnt have to open the door
You do, but you dont
Entering here depresses your soul
You open it anyway
You love her, you would never just run away
Walk down the hallway
Another old woman comes up to you
Hi carol, are you taking me to dinner?
Your name isnt carol and this isnt your grandmother
You smile with the sadness of dementia lingering unwanted on your lips
You walk on
You see her room, and you enter
She looks puzzled and tells you that her hands are in fact her feet
But no, socks dont go there.you hand over the mittens
She informs you then, that people in here are talking of war
People are dying, and everyone has guns
The people who work here have guns
It was a dream you say
She sighs, no one believes her
You know she is trapped
Horribly caught within herself
Dreams are reality and reality is nothing but forgetting
She looks at you then and says
By the way, have we met?
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