Thirty-Four And Fragile

Calloused hands don’t determine the dexterity, one has to offer.

Tan lines on imperfect bodies are hard to swallow.

Similar journey’s began untarnished, ignorant and lackadaisical.

Later Quests fulfilled with a variety of abandonment and astonishments.

I’d rather life start taking body parts, dismembering my heart first.

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