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I haven't quite mastered your dynamics yet.
As you fade into a new color, a new shade,
I watch myself spin off course,
Fatally distracted by your light show.
The aura you emit sends me mixed signals and mixed emotions.
It's funny how well your hue appears across my face,
How well the lighting of your world shades my pale features.
I guess that's what you get for loving a ghost.
You're startled,
Wishing
Wanting
Needing
To not make an impact at all.
You just want to disappear.
I suppose that's the part where I rub off on you, then.
- (m.m)