Until They're Cured

Until They're Cured

Jacob DeBoer

Bind them up, these broken hands
Idle to the point of death
Fingers limp as splintered spears
Holding loose what should be dear

Tear them out, these vacant eyes
Perceiving only starless skies
Blind unto the waking world…

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