Your hand tells your story
Far better than your eyes
Eyes may be the window to the soul
But we guard our soul-
Our heart with iron walls
The past is not so easily safeguarded
Every scar and line
Is laid out to bare
Luckily most do not know how to read
This secret of secret languages
So your past is safe with me
As our stories meet
And hold on for dear life
-Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 
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