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Apr 2017
My pinkies don’t bend right.
They get locked in place
attempting to navigate space
so they turn introspective,
going inward.

My aunt is a palm reader.
She looked at my lines,
at the small age of nine,
and wisely determined
my destiny.

My right hand is clumsy.
To be a good surgeon
I needed to burgeon
despite my weak faith
and faults.
Poppy Fields
Written by
Poppy Fields  16/USA
(16/USA)   
398
   Keith Wilson and Anderson M
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