There is a girl
sitting in the corner of the room
she looks at me
even if she isn't there
Her hair is white
her skin is blue
she reaches out a hand
a tiny blue shaking hand
and I look into her eyes
they're frozen
Her hand tightens around mine
I look down
It hurts
I hear a deafening scream
and she disappears
leaving me with the sense
of warmth
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