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Oct 2016
I miss your hands the most
the way your golden skin stretched over each Phalange
I still remember each scar
the way they would hold me
the way they would engulf my own  
the warmth they emitted
your hands were summer
your hands were beautiful
your hands were not mine to hold
they were not mine to embrace
to cherish
to love
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   Azaria and Jamadhi Verse
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