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Trace the lines of life on my palms, tell me where they lead.
Follow my veins ‘til they’re no longer blue,
Run straight to my aorta, run straight to my l. ventricle.
My heart and my head lines are ditches filled with flowers.
The crocuses spring up and sing about the sky.
My fate line is faint, it ends halfway up.
Ask the crows what that means, ask the foxes what that means.
Tear my palms wide open, tear them open with your teeth.
I planted daisies underneath and one weeping willow tree.
We’ll go collect the tears of all the teenage boys and girls
To water my hands, to water the plants.