As I glance down at my hands I can see everything I have ever touched. All of the things I have grasped and let fall from them. All of the hands that have touched mine and realized that they no longer want to hold on. I glance at my hands and realize that I am not only a collection of the things I have touched.
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Inversion
PoetryBasically a collection of poems I write that will be updated as soon as my brain returns from haitus.