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Hands that have
worked,
With dirt and with
stone,
Toiled and strained,
Down to the bone,
Sturdy and stro..
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My best friend won’t
speak to me,
Won’t say a single
word,
When I speak she tilts
her head,
Then..
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I stare down at the
fireplace,
Where once our love
set light,
Now there are only
embers,
That glimmer in the..
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The memories stirred up by a simple photograph.
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