She looked at her palm one day
and noticed
that it had changed
into someone elses
And she wasnt sure what that meant, exactly
who that meant she was, exactly
whose life-line she had been following
all of these years
And it scared the shit out of her-
Really blew her mind-
And she vowed
silently, secretly to herself
that she would never turn her hand over again
that destiny is often a rock better to
leave unturned
So she got a manicure
long, red nails
acrylic (of course)
(they last longer)
And every two weeks
she got them filled
And shed get compliments
How nice your nails are!
And shed smile
and admire her hands-
And know that they really werent hers
at all
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