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Lost Lines

By Egyptiangirl13, Kansas City, MO

You were always,
The palm of my hand,
that's how well I knew you.
Recently you've been playing with fire,
not even wearing gloves.
So now you return to me,
the same palm,
but not.
I look at my palm,
and realize,
there are lost lines.

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