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- we are but lilypads floating so calmly losing ourselves in the sky's reflection
- the sunlight strikes us – do we yearn properly?
- a gunshot in the attic and the scene cuts. a woman downstairs doesn't know who to apologize to. she is kind to the doorman and hopes it dissolves the need.
- i laugh at myself when i see them in the moon. it is silent but something falling, over and again
- i look in the night's eyes
- she refuses to end secretly
- our conscience may follow the wind, but it cares for her
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