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Posted on December 12, 2018 by Arsenio Franklin
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Hold me tight
So that I never slip away
Nothing in life is smooth
Your calloused palms provide the grip to keep me safe
Category: poetry, WritingTags: calloused, life, lotion, palms, poem, poetry, rough hands, safe
Nice
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Nice
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