9/12/2016
My hands quiver,
Uncontrolled.
They are not mine,
in the balance I hold.
Your future, uncertain,
the ending untold.
Soon I'll savor the cold.
Savor the Cold
by Alex Hanna ·
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9/12/2016
My hands quiver,
Uncontrolled.
They are not mine,
in the balance I hold.
Your future, uncertain,
the ending untold.
Soon I'll savor the cold.