Stained HandsA Poem by DrunkProcrastinator
Hands stained by blood
Stained by time Stained by ink Stained by toil Stained hands Beauty is he Beauty is she Whose hands are stained Stained hands Proof that we are living Proof that we are doing Proof that we are growing My stained hands They fascinate me Make me realize The existence of stained hands © 2016 DrunkProcrastinatorReviews
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