Chapter 16 - Stars and Space

Clawing hands rarely make it far,[br]
so upturned palms must reach the stars?[br]
Turning my palm over and over,[br]
it seemed to make no difference.[br]
That is,[br]




until you placed your palm with mine.[br]
I imagined the tingles throughout my fingers to be the stars,[br]


and the dark in the theater as space.[br]
Such a simple change,[br]


who knew it could posess such results?[br]
The fictional stars withing my make-believe space was the decision.[br]




My mind was made.[br]
And my palm,[br]




still clasped in yours,[br]


would be yours to keep.[br]

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