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Pull the words       Out. Let them flow To your hands. Deep breath and  begin!    Flex this               Twist that     Reach-grab      Release Throw it out        & Catch it when it     returns faster & faster your hands whip around;     perfect timing,               the pattern         never falters. Who knew a conversation could also be a workout?

Chains that Bind The fine chains woven of hair and glass, Shine wetly with crystallized power. The hair a living link to those who love And hate me. I yank and pull hoping one will SNAP! Shudder with defeat and sink down toward the ground, Pulling the ropes with me. I feel their pressure everyday Guiding me, pushing me, holding me. I sag and the ropes pull tight. The tight hold is not ever rough but neither is the noose at first. I rest my head upon the cold unforgiving ground knows that it will take all my mistakes and not try to make it better. I realize I’m still tense and with a deep breath I let it all go. SNAP! SNAP! SN

His hands are strong, They have to be They work all day and never stop. They constantly move, never stopping Always flitting about like a hummingbird. Gracefully they pat and tuck and turn and roll. Leaping from one word to the next faster than you can see. The hands know what you are about to say They are alive in sense beyond the norm. They grab your words and release a thought to you. The soft sounds of skin on skin indicate what word they are saying His hands are sentient and convey thoughts Beyond what he meant to say Conveying his anguish, his love, his innermost feelings We see his heart in his words The words are a so