Who I am, what I will be

My hands.

Structured of a palm,

With a riverine maze of

Uniquely engraved lines

And five fingers

With grooves, furrows, swirls and ridges.

Concentrics and radials,

Whorls, indents and creases

Impressions, loops, mounts and arches.

Etched as these are onto my skin,

They form my identity,

They are my destiny.

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