Eli MorenoDrew

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These Hands - Poem by Eli MorenoDrew

These hands,
calloused and dry
like my sense of humor
are scarred and tremble
because they know
they have themselves
and nothing else.

I've dragged them
across backs bare
and grabbed blankets borrowed,
but they shake with doubt
when I think of pretty girls.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 26, 2009

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