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the life line, the line that rings in my lover,

the life line, 
the line that rings in my lover, 
the line that holds a currency in silk threads, the line that narrates a wind gasp from the far west. 

//caption// Tribute to the Rivers that Died. 

A sun melts on my palm; 
it navigates through the lines on it - rivers in a gold rush - the life line, 
the line that rings in my lover, 
the line that holds a currency in silk threads, the line that narrates a wind gasp from the far west. 

Skin torches up in a sweet scorch,
the life line, 
the line that rings in my lover, 
the line that holds a currency in silk threads, the line that narrates a wind gasp from the far west. 

//caption// Tribute to the Rivers that Died. 

A sun melts on my palm; 
it navigates through the lines on it - rivers in a gold rush - the life line, 
the line that rings in my lover, 
the line that holds a currency in silk threads, the line that narrates a wind gasp from the far west. 

Skin torches up in a sweet scorch,