Everytime I look at my hands
there's someone flashed on my mind.
I haven't seen her
though I could picture her (at least in a blur)
because in blood, we are the same.
A/N: Dedicate this to @tiredtransparency because she inspired me to do this book.
© greyfilmplaying. 2014
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Hands
Poetryhands are important because it uses to show love, to show how you care and to hurt someone. [ © 2014 greyfilmplaying ] poetry #308 | short story #531
