Description of a character through description of their hands

"I looked at her hands as she held them under the tap. On her left wrist was a tattoo of a bird soaring over her veins towards the palm. The palm of her hand was barely visible under swirls and scribbles of black and blue ink, detailing for her all the tasks she needed to complete throughout the day. There was a long gash down the inside of her right palm, running from just below the little finger down to the base of the hand. If the stories were true, that scar was a red river of violence and fury, leading to a deep sea of pain and vengeance. No one ever dared to ask if the stories were true though, the bloody little line on her hand intimidated them all..."

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Your eyes are a blue million miles
I could spend days sailing through those seas
but days I do not have, and oh, there's your smile!

Brighter than the brightest star
But time flies by at such speed
I could write pages about your smile, but time does not stretch that far

I hope you can forgive me for not wanting to wait
But the more time we waste the less time we have
So why hesitate?

Writing Metaphysical-themed poetry in English class