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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
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
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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
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
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