A Brief Short Story: The Psychic Lover Poem by Atef Ayadi

A Brief Short Story: The Psychic Lover



She handled me her hand -tiny, sharp, soft, moisturized, with few blood vessels, and well distributed reddish a life skin-
I looked into the palm, I saw myself dead or sleeping dead between her arms.

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