"How does your brain work? Bet there is a dimension growing behind there each day" you mumble, exhaling thin airs we both share
"Well, that's what you thought" I say and gives you a faint smile. A dimension where you don't exist. For I know that I am admiring the stars under the night sky beside someone I am not sure I know; fingers intertwined.
—WK
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