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HANDS

 
 
 
 
 
 Hands 
In these hands
a journey be
legend of the person
who used to be
 
calloused palms
scarred knuckles
crooked fingers
 
hands
that should
not
be
 
hands that scream
another truth
different reality
 
hands that
drive me
down the trai,
 
you hobble
walked
skipped
toddled
 
to the woman
whose hands
these be
 
hands that
carried
me
 
once
shrugged off
 angrily
now
I treasure
 for
now
I SEE
******
 
 
 
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