these fingers
pallid
dry
scratch and bend
disfigured phalanges
cold
tired
rifts like ancient valleys
in the surface
of the skin
made, with lines
like paths
that life has taken
long to be hidden
soft
childlike
young again...
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Honest thoughts about my life, my privilege, my struggles with my socially progressive upbringing, and my view of sex in my cultural paradigm.
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