Beautiful.
talking deliriously at night.
Open a window.
depicting selfless love.
in filmmaking is the mind.
It was your first in years.
A morning glory at dawn,
and the true nature of love.
I wanted a man I could never have.
You can wonder about
drenched in evening dew.
and you add more later.
your story about a woman searching
Nothing major.
Long time no see.
She looks like she’s sleeping,
in a constant search for the truth.
but to a flower, it’s just water.
Just wander around a little.
I make fiction,
She must be a pathological liar.
I think the woman ended up dying.
Some hospital.
What about us?
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