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Shelby Jencyn
Poems
Jun 2017
Fingerprints
I have pure intentions.
Spinning straw into gold,
my fingertips bleed
with pure intentions.
Cold hands, shaking hands,
hurt when they touch.
Smudging charcoal fingerprints;
evidence of failed attempts.
I had bright eyes,
hope in my lungs;
I had a clean slate,
promise of prosperity.
I smear my slate,
a ravaged canvas,
a painter without soul.
Brush strokes of dissonance.
If one were to look
just long enough,
they might see the hope,
the salvation I couldn't reach.
#hope
#left
#love
#lost
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