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Cells Melt

Blood rushes behind my eyes. Ocean waves crash as I turn my head, tilting to get a better view of you. But that’s impossible, isn’t it? No view is adequate. How should one look at David? My lips are dry. I’m fainting, surely. Cells melt and mix, transfixed as you walk by. Unknowing.

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