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We sat in the bus seats, your music played in our ears through the shared earphones.
'Can I read your Palm?' I asked suddenly, your face painted with shock.
'Um, yeah sure.'
I smiled, taking your hand in my own, tracing the lines of your palm. 'You'll live a long life, it will get better as it goes,' I begin. You listen intently, your gaze made me nervous yet I continued on, this was the first conversation we've had in a while.
Yet when I'm finished I let your hand go and the warmth we created left us. There was a tension in the air, soft glances being thrown each way. But the next track played, and we let the music fill the empty space again.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
