Mars

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She's blue. And out of the blue she smiles in her pinkest way and her cheeks turn into martian red. I love her.

She's bright. I don't know for how long but I lose myself in her brightness. And I turn blind for a second.

My breathing stops, I look for her.

I promised I would recognize her no matter what... so why am I not feeling her anymore?

I breathe in and open my eyes. There she is, bright again.

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