Dream Quote by Camille Rankine
““Dear night: It was so warm under you that I offered but you refused to endure. You won't remember me. (We danced. I was the one in the dark. I was wearing this face.) In daylight, I'm an acre of empty desert, anyway. A spent white flower. A pale honey scent wilted away. And I'm having this dream: I am mourned by millions. I died young and I was so, so pretty.””
