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I dreamt of you last night. You called me.

My arms are sore from holding out the platter with my heart on it. Please relieve me of it.

I thought I was different, but I am the same. And now you're inked into me. Indelible.

Stop.

Cease your crazy ramblings you madwoman.

It was but a fleeting moment of truth. One which you must be grateful for. It was enough. Now leave it.

Leave it.

Leave it.

Leave.