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Remembering You

Saturday Poetry Prompt: take it from me

Remember those days
When I’d stare at your hands
Pretending to divine the future,
(our future),

Remember when I’d caress your palm,
smoothing over all the lines,
all the distractions



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Paroma Sen

“Do not go gentle into that good night, but rage, rage, rage against the dying of the light.”