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Jun 2017
8.
My hands have done some
careless things
my hands have felt different pains
They break it all down
rebuild it the same
But it's left with the sound
of it's own clap
I wish I could have used it
to give my own self a slap

With all the places
my hands have been
and all the things they've hurt
It's astonishing I still choose between
A towl and a shirt.
bluevelvet
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bluevelvet  24/the same as you
(24/the same as you)   
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   Aazzy
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