My hands with callouses and cuts were bound together by metal cuffs that could create a spark, but left lava coloured rings instead.
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One Liners
PoetryPoetry is music, music in retrun saves my thought. ------------------ A collection of one sentence/one line poems that range from hope to death. And everything in between.
30. Useless Hands
My hands with callouses and cuts were bound together by metal cuffs that could create a spark, but left lava coloured rings instead.
