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Jill's hands She's washing her hands again. Lathering up soap. Rinsing away all that is evil all that is wrong. The soap becomes a crimson hue her hands crack and bleed. She washes harder and only stops when pain seeps into her eyes. I'll hold her and feel handprints on my back. Which makes MY pain subdue. Her hands are dry and warm now Hot even I can feel the sun against my icy cold fingers She melts me away. All i could find to ask is Why are you washing yourself away. Your my medicine. With no answer looked up at me and smiled. Gave me 2 more handprints and walked away.
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