Hand || ORIGINAL POEM
into a dimension
which I don't know
where I was around me
black and invisible
that's where I feel the dropping point
and unsaturated that is in my life
am I just an illusion
once again the hand pulled me
and I fell back down
and hard to come back
they continue to dance me
without releasing it so
I was helpless
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