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Show me the lines of your hand, |
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I want to know who you are, |
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Who hides behind your gaze, |
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Your smile, who hides behind your tears, |
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What you did and will do, |
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Who you loved and betrayed, |
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Caressed or killed... |
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Which roads did you cross, |
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Luckily or unfortunately, |
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Which bodies have you penetrated, |
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Struck or soiled, |
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Honored, dishonored ? |
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In which undergrounds did you hold out your hand, |
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Rummage these pockets, |
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Glide between these thighs. |
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Show me the lines of your hand, |
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I want to know your end, |
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Standing or kneeling in the light |
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Standing or kneeling in the mud, |
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Standing or kneeling in the night |
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Perhaps forgotten, of everybody and everything... |