The girl looked through the magnifying glass
at her own hand.
That,
she thought,
will be my hand when I grow up.
She was right, you know.
Only failed to consider
the scars she would
accumulate.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 1:05 PM UTC
The girl looked through the magnifying glass
at her own hand.
That,
she thought,
will be my hand when I grow up.
She was right, you know.
Only failed to consider
the scars she would
accumulate.
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