"Fragile.", she whispered
and pointed to me.
"But I get to choose."
"You've seen so much," she smiled,
"it's over for now."
Her hand held my face,
"Your hand is mine, give it to me."
She kissed my palm and died.
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Images intended to emote a response. The challenge is the right ones, the right order.
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