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My fingers curl around the
knob as I look at the doctor
one more time. My fingertips
trace her pale skin; she
smiles weakly and the touch
makes her head shiver and spin.

Around and 'round
my fingers begin swirl on her cold

My eyes scream
as I notice her scars.
Each bursting red. Each
withering her away.

I want to say, "Tell me about this one;
the one that's so deep
from the touch of the
fears and tears you weep,"
I can't. And I won't if I had
the chance.

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