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Dec 2021
You'd think we were palm readers the way we inspected each others hands those nights.

Traced every line of our palms and covered every inch with fingerprints.

Maybe that's why you're not here anymore. Maybe you saw something I didn't.

oh to be in your hand once again.
or do you not think of those nights?
Written by
     Adaley June and SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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