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Wooden hands Bruising random shapes On my bare thighs. Wooden hands Leaving me covered In rainbow lies. And when wooden hands Cross my mind, They come in the form Of sunshine. F.Z.N

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Oct 27, 2014

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Tags: #hands #hand #bruises #bare #thighs #random #wooden #bruised #shapes #bruising

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