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Hands open, fingers spread revealing your palms - your history, As the deep grooves tracing your past seep into the rivers of your future. Your gentle grip contradicted By those coarse fingertips, They are yours to have, but mine to hold.
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC
Hands
Hands open, fingers spread revealing your palms - your history, As the deep grooves tracing your past seep into the rivers of your future. Your gentle grip contradicted By those coarse fingertips, They are yours to have, but mine to hold.
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC
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