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Hands of Life
I wash my hands
in the days
And the years slip
between my fingers
Leaving them clean
except for bits of weeks
Under my nails that
are hard to get out,
hard to forget
Life has left them
hard and cracked
Scared and scaled
mangled and crushed
And so are my hands
poem
by
Midnights Voice
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