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The Lucky Hand
 
I now realize why my hands were so often emptied.

Life dealt me the cards and ultimately decided,

against my protests, which should discard themselves-

to bring me to this place,

to be this woman,

loving you and the woman you make me want to be.

Without that strength, without that knowledge,

without those losses, and without those two free hands

I could have never held the weightlessness of your love-

a love without burden.



By Naena

© 2015 Naena (All rights reserved)

 

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