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These hands, these long cool hands

Are eighteen years old

Artifacts in their own right.

These arms, these worn tanned arms;

Stronger than they look.

My legs, my scarred smooth legs

Like living steel rebar, unbroken.

My eyes, I can never decide

If they're brown or gold


Warm or cool

Gentle or cruel

These are me.









The shell of my soul

And the house of my spirit.

I vow to love every piece

I promise to cherish you,

Care for you,

Like an old friend

Lastly, I swear

To never fall prey to

Cold bare skinny pictures

Or to

The prying, garish ideals

Of glossy pages.


This is my word to you

For as long as I live

For as long as I breathe.




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