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from 'thoughts of the day'

BY Kristi

hands are the true bearers of age,
they express what you strive to keep hidden-
how withered is your mind?
palm down you see youth and the form that the body takes...
palm exposed you witness the tragedy of experience. 
and existence grotesque and prolonged,
haunted by ethereal visions- 
the luminaries are cracked lines that hold solitary moments- 
frayed by reality.

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