She said it was somehow easy to press rewind.
I pressed forward -- backward was not an option.
An obstacle, which was my heart didn't want to.
It didn't want to 'Succeed" again at overcoming the odds.
She didn't want to disturb that tome, unravel that mummy
she was all familiar with that type of haunted house,
that reflection of the living dead that still
has the audacity to try & match her, or
overcast the shade of her red lips; the red that doesn't remind her
of how "alive" she is.
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