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  • Short Stories
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First Love

Watching him across the room.  Assessing the enigma...

There exists a grayscale world underneath ours.
With every so often splashes of color in it,
Color paraded for good reason,
It’s a place that makes sense.
More sense than here.

That must be where he’s from,
For he makes sense.
I can tell.


Hmmmm... Should I ask him to dance?