The lines on her palm
have escaped their existence
Clearing all the rights to doubt
the future
Leaving no clues
to the past
Don’t carve this palm
with new lines
The blade of time
will do it for you
Don’t carve this palm
with the deceased lines
to incriminate
the now in you
A Blind Bird 
Carving your palm can change your destiny.
My faulty logic, anyway.
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I agree. Thank you! 🙂
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i think it’s the first time i’ve heard the word “incriminate” used with lovely intentions, nicely written!
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Aw, thank you! :’)
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This is a great poem. You had me looking at my own palm.
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Thanks for the appreciation! 🙂
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