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I didn't like this place. Old, dusty, creaky. Swarms of past generations flocking here as though it were a carnival. Forties' music played through the speakers jutting out from the corners of each room and crevice like black bats suspended upside down, eyes wide and open, interrogating. Guardian angels of an ancient realm- of many ancient realms. Two-piece telephones with brass plated decorations- a wooden box, cracked mirrors chipped and discolored, morphing your image inexplicably like an old woman's with potholes and dirt mounds and valleys. Tarnished jewelry and life-size ceramic babies in white-washed cradles belonging to china set tea p

If we all saw in black and white- would it change us? If we all saw in blues and greens- would it make it worse? If we all could no longer see would it be the same? If we were blind- could we judge? Would we?

I was dreaming, of nothing yet everything that could forever consume me and would forever cause me utter fear. And I let my eyes shut, feeling the fear as if it were the coldness of the mud of the earth that now enveloped past my legs, my waist. My elbows felt cold. I dropped my hands to my sides, and then the earth swallowed them, too. I cried out in horror, in wailing that sounded like a poor, little boy, and let my warm tears fall loose. These, too, were swallowed by the earth. It was then that I finally felt the stir of the cold wind against my face, of the cold scurrying of something furry and sharp across my legs. I woke. My mind r

We lay there holding hands watching the wind And counting our breaths and our heartbeats wondering How long this will last and if we want it to last And where we will go afterward if there is an afterward Because we aren’t sure whether we’ll ever meet again. And if we are to never meet again I’ll hold you for a moment Just a moment because one moment would last longer than a lifetime Since lifetimes seem to go too quickly and memories always die. If I hold you for a moment I’ll whisper something into your skin And hope the hairs on your scalp won’t hear because I never kissed them goodbye. If this ever happe