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I wake up with the shape of your fingers swirled around my arm

they change every day
red, then blue, fading into green,
brown
til it starts all over again
I used to, a long time ago - when I was young -
stretch up my arms, thin hands covering the sun
white and brilliant and strong



                                                            Kate LaDew ​
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