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Cautious and steady, yet dangerous With only the touch of her hands. Laboring, never pretty. Always gentle. Calloused from the weight of Her home, Her sacrifice. Her hands, always giving. Lather, rinse, repeat: Each time an opportunity to start again. The soft curve Cutting through my pain. Strong and firm, yet merciful. Comforting, never automatic. My body’s lullaby. Her hands, always giving.
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Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 1:53 AM UTC
Giving Hands
Cautious and steady, yet dangerous With only the touch of her hands. Laboring, never pretty. Always gentle. Calloused from the weight of Her home, Her sacrifice. Her hands, always giving. Lather, rinse, repeat: Each time an opportunity to start again. The soft curve Cutting through my pain. Strong and firm, yet merciful. Comforting, never automatic. My body’s lullaby. Her hands, always giving.
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Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 1:53 AM UTC
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