fingers

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I can conquer anything -  Any struggle, any strife, All I need to do it is my fingers and my life.   Performing is my passion. Drawing is my dream. I do this each and every day,
As I close my eyes Thoughts pop in my head No pain or hurt Just you by my side   Memories of you and I Of the past and now How happy we are Loving to share  
A never ending whorl,a quick repeating loopcrossed over and underwith fine, fine lines.The whole beingmatted with thick blackglue clinging to skinholding on like a jealous,cranky, scared lover.
Dearest pinky, so small and frail,
Walking through life, Dealing with people with up-turned noses, With their pants too low, With their attitudes hanging lower than their earrings, and their riches hanging from their finger tips.
I hold my pool stick funny The way my dad showed me the little V my thumb and finger knuckles make I sometimes hold your name there because my fingers can't seem to find a note to sing
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