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HANDS
Those nights were islands,
And i basked in the glorious waters,
Filled with bottles and tears,
And short skirts in the sun.
I used your hands as my guide,
To a far off galaxy,
Drawn on the palms of my own,
Maps to ecstasty.
I became a ghost,
A reflection of fantasy,
Swimming aimlessly from star to star,
Faces became blurred like the milky way,
And my heart was full of waves,
Crashing around bare ankles.
I kept your song in my veins,
Scared of losing the magic,
Because i never felt beautiful,
Until you made me cry.
-Gemma Scott
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