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The non-dominant slightly less coordinated one. The one with more knuckle scars; the expendable one. There is a healing pencil eraser sized scar where the capitate bone (the part where your thumb sprouts from your hand) should be and is the last time I checked. I know how I got this one, but I'm not sure how much longer the memory of my flesh separating from my flesh will last. Scars fade, memories disappear and, hands tend to stay the same. My left hand is often ignored and will continue to be, until at last on my death bed I'll look down, notice the scars again and be grateful for the dutiful service my slightly less coordinated hand provided me.
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC
My Left Hand
The non-dominant slightly less coordinated one. The one with more knuckle scars; the expendable one. There is a healing pencil eraser sized scar where the capitate bone (the part where your thumb sprouts from your hand) should be and is the last time I checked. I know how I got this one, but I'm not sure how much longer the memory of my flesh separating from my flesh will last. Scars fade, memories disappear and, hands tend to stay the same. My left hand is often ignored and will continue to be, until at last on my death bed I'll look down, notice the scars again and be grateful for the dutiful service my slightly less coordinated hand provided me.
Trying out some observational poetry.
erik-jon-jensen
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC
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