missing, wandering

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I rued the day

when I realized

that when I had searched for hands

I never found

yours

- where are your fingers, I wonder? are they still on top of that book you fell in love with? are they in the kitchen, being washed after you made a scrumptious meal? or are they craving for mine?

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