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Nov 2015
old hands :(
cold dry unseen
can't remember when
these hands were touched
when the last time
they were held
clasped
MISSING the music of these hands
the music in my ears
the plans I need to make...
hope rising
feeling...like I need to buy myself a guitar and a cello.
and some hand lotion.  :)
I have beautiful young hands!!!
g clair
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g clair
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   From Jess's Lips and Timothy
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