How could I not revisit this unexpected moment of my dream.
A dash of a smile, glinting eyes and a wry response. Low, musical rumblings of dialogue. Textured, terra-cotta walls of a nameless place.
Movement and white noise. Fragmented consciousness. Shuffling onto the next thing. Delayed remorse as I said:
You are everything I want; but we could never be anything.
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