There is a girl
who smells like frosted apples,
with a touch so gentle
It'll calm your worst fear,
and with her hands she immortalized her battle wounds of lost loves
and deep betrayals
that left scar tissue invisible to you
With her hands she has,
lifted the weight of the sky
and let go of many people alive;
With her hands and that laugh,
those honey brown eyes,
a white blouse with sleeves rolled perfectly thrice
and a denim skirt that's always short
but never tight
she brings DEATH back to life!
Written By: Manav Chandra
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