Sweaty palms

me nurtured

i nurture

i pray i find you to nourish me

i do in the meantime

around the sublimes and the life’s lemons

oh its not a sin if you don’t touch me

and holy dances aroused my palms to tell me it’s alright

i can fight and fly, and be chosen

at the darkest parts of the night

shadows, purities and a black head

black & white

all the same in nature

its inevitable to be natural

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