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Johnny Cammish

Handprints

On the cold mornings
Or days when washing hangs in my room
My window glazes and there are three handprints
I don’t clear them
I wonder if the larger are mine, as I press my hands to the window
sometimes my breath condenses
and the world outside gradually fades into fog as I wonder
is the other handprint hers?

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