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My hands know the feelof cardboard very well.
They have grasped the corners
of TVs and refrigerators,
cabinets and bookshelves.
They have torn out the guts
of any house I called home.
As unfeminine as I claim to be,
they will never be the dainty,
delicate things that ladies have
So I hold out my hands
like traitors.
They packed every box,
they filled every truck,
they emptied every haven
I ever dared to call my own.
They have robbed me of house
and home for nearly twenty years,
cruel, calloused hands of mine.
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Aaaaahhh i like this one. Oooooh if u added another verse it could be,
Cruel, cold callous hands of mine
But oh how they hold a pen so fine,
Perhaps the inkstains will make it be known, that only these hands can make my home. XD I couldn't help it, it rhymed.
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You should write poetry C:Β
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I wrote some in highschool, my favorite one is when i plan someones muder and get away with it. Freaked out the teacher but got full marks XD
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Β I love that story. Someday you'll have to show me the poem. OuOΒ Β
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Very profound. Made me realise how I still can't come to terms with changes - especially the inevitable ones.
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Books are treasures to be honored. When I last moved, I packed all my books in boxes and kept them safe. Five months ago, I unpacked them from storage and honored them once again by displaying them on book shelves. It had been nearly ten years. For that, I am deeply sorry. When IΒ took each one out of its box, it was like I finding parts of myself I hadn't realized I had lost.
I have also come to realize that the saying "home is where the heart is", for me, is being comfortable with myself- I am my hearts own home.
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TEN YEARS. 
Yes, that. That EXACTLY. Couldn't have put it better myself.
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It was so awesome, lol. I did get rid of a few boxes. Well, not yet. I cant quite do it.
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Maybe give them away? I donated boxes to goodwill, that sort of thing, but I also kept some of my favorites and made my loved ones take them. It felt better that way.
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I have offered some to loved ones but no takers yet.
I have considered Goodwill and a local, used book store so I can at least get something for them. But for now, Limbo works.
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Those hands of yours. Those words of yours. Take care of them. Such a heavy things they carry
(p.s. your mom 
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Carrying less and less lately. This last move, I had nine boxes total - books, clothes, computer. Only the essentials.
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the minimalist. someday you can collect junk and comfort. You will find a permanent homestead, I am sure
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Someday. But for now, the road~
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