you say i have it held in the palm of my hands
but my bleeding palms have been so empty for years
and on this side of the wall i've built and painted
with colors dark and wild
i assumed you couldn't see any piece of me
from the other side
but you know what they say
about assumptions
mine are usually wrong
and today
somehow
you were standing right next to me
holding me tightly
with your own healing hands
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