He looks into my eyes as I glide past his fragile body.
A smile passes between us.
But we both pull away.
We both know its wrong.
His painting drips blood,
Mine explodes colour.
If only he could see the colours I see.
If only he could see the dreams I see.
He's close to me.
Face to face we stand intertwined.
Chapped lips brush mine.
I can feel him.
His face is warm.
My chest pumps blood.
His arms are strong.
My hair blows in the wind.
Opening my eyes, I see.
I see him in the hallway.
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