Palm Reader by Benjamin Blake

Fretful since the day we met
Strung up with strands of blonde hair
Just hanging around

Palm reader, you lied
When you said that the One would come along
Palm reader, you lied
You were staring right at my love life

Maybe we should just fake our own deaths
It’s much too cold waiting in the wings

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Benjamin Blake was born in the July of 1985, and grew up in the small town of Eltham, New Zealand. He is the author of the novel, The Devil’s Children, the poetry and prose collections, A Prayer for Late October, Southpaw Nights, Reciting Shakespeare with the Dead, and Standing on the Threshold of Madness, as well as the forthcoming split, All the Feral Dogs of Los Angeles (with Cole Bauer). Find more of his work at http://www.benjaminblake.com

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