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Part five ; where she told me her name and wrote it on the palm of my hand

I waved at her

and she waved back.

Her hands were 

small and thin

and her skin 

was pale.

So you could almost see

her fragile bones

shine right through it.

Yet they were the most

beautiful hands

a human could possess

And I wish I still could just

take her hands

in mine and fix

her one last

time.

~

unicorns are amazeballs.

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