I went to ask a fortune teller about the lines of fate.
And boy! did his response
Drain my body of all its liquid.
Weakness blanketed me like a skin.
As he read my fortune off
the bumps on my head,
Nodding and sighing in oohs and aahs!
He also read my palm
His fallen countenance emphasised his findings.
That did make my stomach rumble
And within me I wondered
Shall a plastic surgery change my fate?
And within me I wondered
Shall a plastic surgery change my fate?
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PoetryChoice words sewn together to create astonishing pieces, they describe feelings, situations, nature and experiences. Dear readers, and this is a WIP, please bear with me. I edit as I write. Book cover credit: Desygner thank you for a great book cov...
