i want to write
my, my name
on your palm
barely touching
those lines of fate
i want to feel
statics of you
jumps to me
consuming
my whole being
in a split second
i will melt on your hand
staring at your eyes
the window of your soul
guiding me to your castle
tame as sparrow
on lovely afternoon
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