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Whoever called it that never knew. The colors are beyond real - just like they are in dreams. But dreams never come back on you, not as dreams. The rattling whirr of the projector; the couple walking into the distance, taking everything with them. Everything.
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
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Whoever called it that never knew. The colors are beyond real - just like they are in dreams. But dreams never come back on you, not as dreams. The rattling whirr of the projector; the couple walking into the distance, taking everything with them. Everything.
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
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