Wishes.You looked at me with those fabricated eyes, stared blankly into my soul, and the light hit your iris so perfectly I found myself begging that they'd be real.Do you remember when we'd write our dreams down and put them into bottles? We would delight in those moments when we'd shared the same dream, and your eyes sparkled then.You stared at me from accross the table, you looked as though you had something important to say. When I so inquired you wouldn't answer, you told me I wasn't ready to hear it. I wanted to protest but when I looked up again, you were gone.Do you remember when we set our dreams out to sea? They drifted in the waves and
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