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Fixate your fingers around me Focus and please keep your voice down Hungry for air can you see my eyes I will not blink, nor move an inch These are the circles in which I have been walking 500 laps every second These are the vessels in which I have b

Move your hands If move them you must at a steady pace Ever so lightly Wander off accordingly Leave not a single trace Close your eyes If close them you must momentarily Only for me now open wide And let them reside in the awakening of life Patiently