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Sometimes
As I entered, she was already speaking. "But I opened my eyes, yours were closed like a sleeping child's. The movement of your lips proved otherwise. My heart caught up in my throat, it was sublime." I couldn't stay here, weak knees locked legs, propelled me out the door that shut silently behind me. Inside dark hallway, my shaky legs gaining confidence. Myriad doors open at my passage. Their lights briefly caress my face, stubbornly I move on. As all things must this hall ends. And I stand silently cursing my foolish soul. The door before me opens grudgingly as sigh passes, cross threshold. In this room, spare décor bearing the effects of entropy in a thin divide of dust. I am not alone. My eye's reveal nothing. Yet my skin flushes, my body filled with the intoxicating scent of your neck that summer. My mind calls to flee, as the dust resettles around my seated form. My hand absently sweeps clear a spot beside me. I gaze to my right, and I see her face again, her rose hewn lips silently form, "I trust you." The words still make me cringe; however, could you place value where I myself do not?
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