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your hands were full of baby fat
when I first laid eyes
on your face.
they grew and smelled of cologne
and grass when you first
placed them on my cheeks.

I'd compare them
to sheets and gloves and cream
as you tangled them around my own
and you'd smile as you said mine were like
olive oil, silk and stone.

but years have passed
and you've gained callouses
and scars.

so now your hands smell of cigarettes
and stress has rubbed them raw.



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