those trembling fingers
hands outstretched.
She walks towards me. Her
thoughts conveyed through those
painful looks in her eyes. A laugh. Sad and
dark. Makeup theatrical, causing
a look prolonged by wonder;
she continues forward.
Her hands touch my face. Familiar eyes
pierce my soul. Whispers escape
my lips. A soul captured by
identical paths. Mirrored by
the tears.
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