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In the lines of my hands I see...
tea cups catching tears
from long ago that seemed
important, but now pivotal.
In the lines...
I see those feelings
untold to anyone,
but my poetry knows all.
In the crevices lie...
words I sought,
but never could find.
In the softness...
is the where I died
a thousand times
growing up to scars
to show the battles.
In the dirt I see...
those tears reminding me
to sob, weep, feel the pains
of my yesteryears
and today I can
make my tea cups
towels to wipe away...
the tears for a smile.