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white rolls off my hands
bright hand-prints
on every wall
all white
pointing to directions different
all white
can you read the future
bright hand-prints
all white
can i tell the past
bright hand-prints
all white
i saw you
standing quietly
all white
bright hand-prints
i move to turn then stop
look down
bright hand-print
all white
the blood red walls
do not walk
touch
bright hand-prints
all white
two drops of rain
through white and red
and white
bright hand-prints
all white
wheat stalks dry
wrapped around two hands
all white
bright hand-prints
the colour of clay
dark burnt brown
my hands still white
hand-prints still vile
slowly turn gray.
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