STRANGE HANDS
jerry KWATCHEY@kwatcheyjerry128608
1 hour ago
#poetry
She left.
She sought hands that weren’t yours, affection that could never hold her.
And now… she comes back.
Not because she never loved anyone else,
but because the world used her,
and nothing she found could replace you.
She is not the woman you once knew.
She is the one who has been tested, used, and broken
returning to the only place that feels like home.
A Reflection from the SIMU Collection.
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