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give me your palm she said
I want to read your lifeline
it hasn’t changed I said
it’s exactly the same as it was
12 new moons ago
I give her my left hand
and she is quick to remind me
there are tidal waves forming
there are always tidal waves
forming I try to explain
but I am abruptly shushed
softly asking to be trusted
I close my eyes and voluntarily
give her my other hand
november two thousand seventeen
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