Palm Reading

Like others before me, I take your hand, expecting to find cracks and crevices to illustrate the lands you’ll travel through, 
but instead I take your hand and it reminds me of an unbitten nectarine; 
so soft, flushed, and smooth.
Naturally, I find myself jumping to the conclusion with such clarity — 
this clearness must mean that your future will be shaped by me.

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