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the hands which shape and mold
are never wiped clean.

lines across your face
so i remember
outlining with my finger tips
lips that utter spoken phrases
pressed upon envelopes
wax seals i never broke
in fits of doubt and generosity
virgin ears i'd
sacredly left
never to say what you needed to hear
so is fate
so are we