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“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different.”

- C.S. Lewis

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My perfume clings to my butch. In their t-shirts, and their bed sheets. Under the collar of their shirt- white peony and musk. Heady romance, passionate fantasy. A feminine imprint that remains. And remains.

They tell me it’s the first thing they sense when their head hits the pillow and the lights turn down. It is the quiet phantom of me that stays with them, always, when they cannot bear to be alone.

In every blanket, and soft furnishing, and linen bed sheet there is the scent. And the scent holds a dream, never ending. And inside the dream, I reside. Safe, and eternal.

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Are you ever in class and you hear a random muffled scream from a nearby class and you're thinking like 'the fucks going on over there?'

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We're all dreamers, wanting to be completely out of touch with reality.

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In another universe my childhood pets still follow me around and the tang of cold coke on my tongue.