His dark hands, calloused, disfigured, neglected,
her dark hands, tender, warm, small.
The school, tall, imposing, fearsome,
he never got to go there, the building remained a dream.
For the tiny figure beside him,
he hopes her tender hands never become
as calloused and disfigured as his.

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