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Apr 2019
Your hand is the hand that rests upon my cheek
Your hand is the hand of the lifelines that I seek

For no fortune teller could predict
The magic he possesses in his short fingertips
For these cosmic secrets lie within the man
That illuminates my soul with the mere touch of his hand
Written by
Bella D'Alacio  F
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