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I recognize your hands
The way the ridges between
wrists and fingers
spread like schoolyard rumors
Your knuckles are bruised and dirt-stained
Never ink-stained
Palms dry and calloused from the
Dutifully answered call of a
“real man’s work”
The only softness to you
lies between your fingerprints
Last time I saw you
you ran them across my jaw bone
and whispered a somber apology
in an alien voice
- by SunshineChristy |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/04/2017 |
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- Title: Empty-Handed
- Artist: SunshineChristy
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Description:
Copyright Christina Trouten ((that's me))
That's about it. Poem ought to speak for itself, don't you think? <3 - Date: 08/04/2017
- Tags: emptyhanded reformedemokid disappointment love imissyou
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