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The sun shines in her eyes as I walk down the mirrored corridors of her enigma. Blankly, religiously, fumbling over words trying to meld with fire. My will slips off her with a shrug. I reach out hard and harm her trying to stick. I slip again… I am always falling short of her in my fears of betrayal. Crawling… Continue reading "6|50|80|40|9|3|1|100|9|50|40"