We grew parallel Like fingernails On the hands of a stranger From our hometown.
Painted or bitten On whims, Scraped across skin Unfamiliar,
Years have added No strength or scars, The future is far From changing us.
Posted by jacsprat in Uncategorized Tags: fingernails, fingers, future, hands, parallel, past, poetry, skin, stranger, years
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