I learned the whole world over, slow, in your hands.Every unlearnable thing went still in your hands.
The therapist asks what safety felt like, growing up.I say: a body. I say: a held thing, in your hands.
They warn you love will cost you something, in the end.I already spent it gladly — I live in your hands.
Some nights the old fear finds me anyway, uninvited.I don't fight it off alone now. I just put it in your hands.
Call it devotion, call it luck, call it the second promise —Lio keeps learning the same lesson: everything, in your hands.
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Noor Haddad17 October 2026
you kept the radif honest every single couplet — that's harder than it looks, i know from making my own. "i already spent it gladly — i live in your hands" undid me.