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Apr 2016
She is situated by the window with her eyes fixed on the empty night
"When did this happen?"
"You're asking the wrong question."
She inhaled all the despaired air, and it becomes her.
"Shut your eyes. What do you see?"
"Darkness."
He does not recognise her, and neither does she.
"Is this who you are now?"
"Maybe."
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