Morgan Hanna:
In sleep I am awake once more.
Morgan Hanna:
A sleight of hand I have perfected to dream in color every night.
Morgan Hanna:
Primary colors, primal heartbeats, tearing at my senses, softening my shell.
Morgan Hanna:
The taste of you is on my tongue again and I will graze 'til morning.
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