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Aug 2019
Lofty fingers innocently lay,
my interest is piqued...
by what they might say?
dictating dialogue,
my mind astray,
wildly wondering,
how those hands might play...
Hands catch my imagination sometimes, i enjoy juxtaposing the innocence of their everyday use. Ubiquitous and in plain sight, teasing secrets in my mind.
Peasant The Poet
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Peasant The Poet
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   Fawn
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