Hands
¶ 1
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What is this hand,
that’s swollen up,
so I can barely,
lift the cup?
¶ 2
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What is this blue
and blemished finger?
What is this pain,
which likes to linger?
¶ 3
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What are these massive,
risen glands?
Indeed, by now,
what are my hands?
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