Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Lay Your Healing Hands On Me

Woman wanders the strip unsure, lost, searching, looking for a glimpse of hope. Lay Your healing hands on her. Man speaks loudly, working late tonight much like every night, trying to delay his trip home where he will be alone, always alone. Lay Your healing hands on him. A couple exits the car smiling, laughing, interwound in conversation, so that the rest of the world ceases to exist. Lay Your healing hands on them.

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