part beginTo forget first; suddenPains shoot bruised palmsAs think cov — Sreesha Divakaran, Imperfect Strokes

Sreesha Divakaran Those Imperfect Strokes

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And what part of me will beginTo forget you first; the suddenPains that shoot to my bruised palmsAs I think of you in the cover of the dark,Or the invisible handClutching at my heart, as it knocks against its savage cage,Or my still swollen lipsAs they remember the touch of your gentle fingertips?

Sreesha Divakaran, Those Imperfect Strokes

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