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Everything About You

You hands
Course and calloused,
Tan and strong
I miss them.
Their feel
Their touch
I miss
Your fingers,
Soft and smooth
Through my hair

Your nails
Short and worn
Running down my thigh
I miss them
Their scrape
Their trace
I miss
Your wrists
Sturdy and straight
Brushing my hand

Harsh and hurtful
Beautiful and rude
I miss you
Your feel
Your scrape
I miss
Here and gone
Stealing my soul

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