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Fresh at birth So smooth and small Fingers with such little girth Even as you learn to crawl So smooth and small No longer Even as you learn to crawl Your hands become stronger No longer As you move through life Your hands become stronger Pulling you through strife As you move through life Your hands develope Pulling you through strife Innocence past corrupt Your hands develope Touching the life of others Innocence past corrupt But gentle as lovers Touching the life of others Finding a spouce But gentle as lovers Love unable to douse Finding a spouce New hands coming to Earth Love unable to douse Fresh at birth
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
Hands (pantoum)
Fresh at birth So smooth and small Fingers with such little girth Even as you learn to crawl So smooth and small No longer Even as you learn to crawl Your hands become stronger No longer As you move through life Your hands become stronger Pulling you through strife As you move through life Your hands develope Pulling you through strife Innocence past corrupt Your hands develope Touching the life of others Innocence past corrupt But gentle as lovers Touching the life of others Finding a spouce But gentle as lovers Love unable to douse Finding a spouce New hands coming to Earth Love unable to douse Fresh at birth
dillon-berrus
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
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