Palm Lines
Far off,
in that land,
she showed me her hand,
it had lines in delicate flesh,
hands as if she had done hardly anything,
that she had saved them for future,
the same future that she wanted read,
I read and read the intricate lines,
applied my formula and stories,
and gave her her future,
I parted from that land,
But knew for sure,
one thing about that future,
that it was not bright,
not that I could read anything,
in her hands,
but that looking at her hand,
I could see that she hardly does anything,
and a parasite like her was not going to survive for long,
whether she had a palm line straight or oblong.
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