Hands Those hands exist as delicate etchings scribed deep inside my mind... And none like yours I'm sure to ever find. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related July 6, 2021October 28, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Hands, Lines, Memories, Poetry, You Leave a comment
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