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Every morning, before I open my eyes, I see the colors dancing in my head. My fingers, my flesh were wriggled in fractive air. The bed was empty, yet the heart was heavy, my lungs were filled with the scent of unknown breeze. She was here.
Every morning, before I open my eyes, I see the colors dancing in my head. My fingers, my flesh were...
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