Who are you?" He asks, his deep voice whispering in my ears. "Your Reality..." I tell him. The lights in the club dimmed. Neon was bright and out, painting our bodies in some beautiful mirage. Could this be real? ©Eli Britford, 2015All Rights Reserved
Who are you?" He asks, his deep voice whispering in my ears. "Your Reality..." I tell him. The lights in the club dimmed. Neon was bright and out, painting our bodies in some beautiful mirage. Could this be real? ©Eli Britford, 2015
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