I wrote a poem.

Mind if I share it?

I don't think I'll be able to turn it into a story, but here you go.

The poem is MarbleMac, so hopefully you're not tired of that.

Ready?

"M.H.M"
By Soaring

"Mhm," she said.

It was the first words he heard from her.
She sounded beautiful wherever she went.
She loved rocks, they were colorful in sight.
But she loved to dance with her grey coat.
So she danced all night long.

"Mhm," she said.

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