My fingers felt different,
blue even,
uneven,
fissured,
fractured,
and I held a pencil,
but could not keep it up straight,
could not,
wished I could,
but just couldn't,
even the second, third, and fourth ones,
that were double jointed and could move any way I wanted,
even they had betrayed me,
even they had
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