Ambidextrous

 

Veins are so needlessly gross to me

I venerate the bookmark of a buddhist virgin mother

I’m teaching myself to be ambidextrous

I write well this way

It’s a good goal for 2015, I think

It will be far more efficient 

And if I break my arm, I will still go on

If my left hand decided to be productive for bloody once

Where there’s a will there’s a way

But I must go

My apartment beckons

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