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his hands

December 20, 2018
By Anonymous


his hands


they hold me when i walk through my darkest paths

tickle my soft skin when i need a good laugh

appulade even my most miniscule accomplishments

and caress my face in the morning as to welcome the days endeavors

they carry my world and everything in it

the fold in them deeper than the pit the ocean

yet still warmer than the sunday afternoon sun

they hold my past and our future

my damages and our healing

my smile and his laughter

my world and his existence

his hands

his hands


The author's comments:

its about his hands


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