Remember my words, I may again return, I love you, I depart from materials, I am as one disembodied, triumphant, dead.

She approached me with enough sex appeal to stampede a businessmen’s lunch and tilted her head to finger a stray, but not very stray, tendril of softly glowing hair. Her smile was tentative, but could be persuaded to be nice.

Look in the mirror
What you see is what you get
So work on that 
...........

I could pretend, at least, and if I pretended long enough, maybe I could make it into a reality.

Written By Maureen Johnson

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