She wakes up under a fog looking up at the night-sky...she can't breathe.
'Last night...' She thinks, "Last night..." she repeats.
'Last night I confessed my love, out on a night in the City Lights.
Last night I fell in l’amour all over again-out in the City Lights, again, all over again...'
She stands up and lets out a breath, flashing back to the night before this.
Her eyes shoot open, a kiss, a loving kiss.
She had a passionate kiss...with the same girl, for this girl she lives.
She loves her but is ashamed, what she usually is not.
She loves this girl, she hates to admit, but she needs to accept...
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