Of Dreams And Fate
By butch
As you mark my palm, can you really see what future remains? will you peer into the essence of what I am? tell me of fortune, of delight, of love. let me not know of the darkness. afraid of gloom, and those things that move in the blackness. bring me lovers, fine clothing, rich foods, the gold of kings. let me walk amongst the monied. can you give this? Written April 6th, 2002 © on Apr 06 2002 03:12 AM PST 10 • 0
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