The light goes red. Room forgets rules. Touch like hunger. Something in us answers. Heat. First bruise that feels of grace. Then the turn. Soft then absolute. Time stands still for the chosen. Door behind the eyes. A hand on leash. Under us: blood. Old weight. Unnamed remains. We pull each other apart in small reverent pieces. Hating how we love. To teach the rhythm. When it’s done, the red stays. And we do too.
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Standard: Reverie I Reverie II Reverie III Reverie IV Reverie V Reverie VII Reverie VIII Reverie X Reverie XI Reverie XII Reverie XIV Reverie XVII Reverie XVIII Reverie XIX
Special: Reverie VI - Entaxis Reverie IX - Parataxis Reverie XIII - Exotaxis Reverie XV - Positive Scototaxis Reverie XVI - Negative Scototaxis Reverie XX - Palintaxis
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