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Jul 2015
you touched my palm with your fingertips
brushing your fingerprints along the lines of my future
making sure you would be there

you held out your hand to hold mine
but you held me with the tips of your fingers
and i wonder how you do it

because i couldnt even grasp for somebody's fingers
without using my palms
and i wonder how you do it

then i saw you held her hand with your palms touching
making sure your futures were aligned
brushing lines parallel to each other

i learned that we were perpendicular
meant to meet and meant to go separate ways
we were both lines

and she was your space
Leseywut
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Leseywut  Philippines
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