[ it's strange - surreal, perhaps; he might think himself seeing things, the impression of the dark-skinned woman whose smile is painted across his mind's eye with the fondness of a mother looking upon a beloved son.
that woman reaches as if to cradle him to her, and for but a moment - he might sincerely feel that she is there. it is warm; she smells of stars, and of home. ]
There is no mistake you could make that would see you beyond me.
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[ it's strange - surreal, perhaps; he might think himself seeing things, the impression of the dark-skinned woman whose smile is painted across his mind's eye with the fondness of a mother looking upon a beloved son.
that woman reaches as if to cradle him to her, and for but a moment - he might sincerely feel that she is there. it is warm; she smells of stars, and of home. ]
There is no mistake you could make that would see you beyond me.