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

She was sitting on a bench

with music in her ears,

moving her head slowly

on the sound of the music.

I just stood there

looking at her,

because that was enough,

just to see her

in her

purest form.

Then she noticed me

and she smiled.

Her small hand waved

and I waved back.

A shiver found its way through

my spine.

And

my

mind

was

a

catastrophe.

~

Are you religious? Or do you believe in anything?

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