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The Babe of Hands

Ten perfect fingers, ten perfect toes,

The Slave of Bones

All bound by reality too cruel

The Rogue of Teeth

Until she ran, laughing, never stopping,

The Savior of Tongue

And the words finally found her

The Master of Eyes

Making everything clear all at once.

The Elder of Ears

They never found her body, but they always felt her watching, especially when the lights were turned out.

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