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Lines

Dendrite like

Broken apart are fate lines

Shall mend it

For not a predestined fate

But a destiny created by own hands

 

Bleeds the line of fate

Engraved on palm

Not inherited

But build by own sweats

 

The river that runs its own course

Shall be the boat on that river

Striving to reach the coast

The coast of desires

Built upon the dreams of childhood

Like that teenage passed

Wonder will adulthood fade away

In longing desires of heart…