Treasure Island

Mitta Xinindlu

(01 september 1987 / South Africa)

These Hands


These hands are killers.
These hands are keepers.
Never once did I do good.
Never once did I do doom.

Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014
Edited: Monday, July 14, 2014

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