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Her eyebrows are switchblades My unknown fate her whisper-silver-steel Dagger breathing intricately carved nows, Tomorrows lose meaning when her hair Tastes like smoke fists like ashes She looks and the signs Are a fractal explosion Holding all that I have been. Won’t you laugh, won’t you frown? Won’t your whisper-silver-steel? This is my hand, each ridge Means I have weathered a storm Each valley a piece of me gouged This is my hand, take it, Take my tomorrow. Divine, improvise and whisper, just beware not to speak out loud.
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
The Palm Reader
Her eyebrows are switchblades My unknown fate her whisper-silver-steel Dagger breathing intricately carved nows, Tomorrows lose meaning when her hair Tastes like smoke fists like ashes She looks and the signs Are a fractal explosion Holding all that I have been. Won’t you laugh, won’t you frown? Won’t your whisper-silver-steel? This is my hand, each ridge Means I have weathered a storm Each valley a piece of me gouged This is my hand, take it, Take my tomorrow. Divine, improvise and whisper, just beware not to speak out loud.
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
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