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Apr 2013
The constellations
keep secret messages
for me,
stolen away in their red giants;
they’ve told me that
my heart-beats
dwell deep inside your
palmar lines,
where they await
the day when they get read,
but, until then,
are kept
alongside
the Venus, Ring, and Intuition
where our hands meet
at
dawn.
Nicole Wheat
Written by
Nicole Wheat  California
(California)   
886
   --- and Heather Mirassou
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