My Signature With dexterous wings you sit, frozen in the doorway ready to dance a bundle of joy waiting for approval. Guide this frigid horse tepid steps in turgid time on my ink dipped hand. I lift from scribble, I mold your distinct form made you exist like a scratch amply free and frank to fill in the blank space... and void the indelible gaps between hand and mouth as you shrink into the largeness of the page cherish the significant; genuine growth each looping stroke- as you shrinkwrap into the flatness; elegantly thick full of volume like a normal child. -OJA
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