The light swirled around her, as if afraid to land.
Feeling simultaneously honoured and unworthy.
I feel the same.
Felt.
Practiced unawareness.
(Em)powered by eyes on her.
Protested indifference.
Yes... you.
In the angelic orchestra of her voice,
only I can hear that one sharp note.
Cutting.
Pushing me closer and closer to freedom.
A sneer in smile's clothing.
I've seen behind the green curtains
of the windows to her soul.
It's... almost unappealing enough.

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