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her hand sent a shiver coursing through my bones,
i complained,
asking 'why are your hands,
always so cold?'
she gives me an apologetic look,
and in her scratchy yet,
soothing voice,
she replied back,
'i don't know,
im sorry',
she has a small gleam in her eyes,
i let go of her hand,
she brought it toward her face,
admiring my handy work,
a smile graces her features,
'it's amazing,
thanks',
i nod my head,
she turns away,
grasping her 'skeleton hand',
and she pulls it slightly toward her chest,
my heart jumps,
and i still can't tell,
if this is a good,
or bad feeling,
she has over me.