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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.

I sat right beside her.

Our shoulders

briefly touched and I shivered

again.

We sat in silence till she

started humming.

First soft and fragile

but then she started

singing.

Her dazzling voice,

pure

and as bright

as crystal.

The trees stopped their

whispering

and the flowers looked up.

They heard her voice

and crowned it

queen.

~

"Our brains are sick but that's okay" |-/

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