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She moves like a ghost, in and out of the walls of my heart with such silent mastery that I can never tell where she's at. Meanwhile, I stalk through hers with the elegance of an inebriated, three-legged elephant. Sometimes I think I feel daylight as I stumble blindly towards the warmth, but maybe that's just the flaming remains of my last great attempt to smash my way in. I know that I will probably flame-out more than once more, but when I make it in... ...that won't matter anymore. |
