so i greeted the open palms with a smile,

toasty

so i greeted the open palms with a smile,

but they replied with frank claps.

 i spoke ‘hello’ but they waved ‘so long’.

i said “what?” and they said “here”.

‘why wont you speak clearly hands of mine?’

they were too callus from the slaps i gave her,

she deserved each hit, they made her face golden brown.

she loved me with these hands, but they only broke snowflake flesh instead of right side
 
chest.

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[yma~catherine]

Interesting. I think we're all at war with ourselves really.