I dream in black and white and lightning blue. Gossamer curtains billow, and the abstract scent of her skin embraces me, and her laugh is carried on the wind as I accept that I've been duped. That somehow, somewhere, I've made a mistake. That, unbeknownst to me, she knew she’d be leading this dance, and now she is. And I simply don’t know the
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