the hands always give me away. they shake, they shake. hiding them is obvious and one cant throw them out with the rubbish. everytime. they shake they shake. everytime they give me away. because they arent nailed down. they arent holding anything solid, so they flutter at the thought of being clasped by others. shudder at the thought of finding a fit. and are fearful at the the thought of it. but when we share space, they always give me away. they shake they shake. nothing but betray.