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Nov 2015
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.
Andy Hunter
Written by
Andy Hunter  UK
(UK)   
365
   PJ Poesy
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