You’re turning into a reptilian race that flies. The strange flesh he took. I see him look at me. We’re standing there together in a dim dark upper room looking at each other with love in our eyes. As his skin turns reptilian he releases my hand then flies out the window with sunlight gleaming. I feel disparaging thoughts standing there alone. Where will he go? The blackness of darkness God knows. So no more woe. Just as he flies into the dim blue sky, GLOCK GLOCK! He’s shot. One of his wings is down. As he falls to the ground, just then I arrive helping him walk away to safety into the dark night. He was pleasantly surprised to see me as we glanced for a moment into each other’s eyes no longer despised.
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