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Jul 2013
In the lines of your palm-
the trenches of your skin,
is where I keep my heart.
You hold it safely and
keep it from falling.
The depths of your flesh
is where my heart calls home.

In the lines of my palm-
the trenches of my skin,
is where you keep your heart.
I hold it with care and
keep it from breaking.
The depths of my flesh
is where your heart calls home.

Our palms unite our hearts
and bring an aching of pure love.
February 26, 2013
Linnea Wilson
Written by
Linnea Wilson  Cincinnati, OH
(Cincinnati, OH)   
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