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Hands
She looked down at her hands The knuckles were scarred from punching The nails were short out of convenience and habit The palms were raw...
Not a Weapon but a Tool
The words flow from the pen to the page Then from the page to screen That's what I want to see Words My job would be words Millions of...
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