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I remember standing under the stars cold rain drizzling onto my skin the moon in its waning phase a sliver of a crescent over your face and I remember that look in your eyes fascinated I fell in like a vortex I was gone in a split second you spoke I can't recall the words but your voice landed me harshly back into reality I looked at you and your eyes were blank as if you spoke to a stranger and I was not the one you loved ~•~ a beautiful milieu Image Anarchie.M