| Your movements wobble your shadow on your window. I’m picturing your possible appearance while wondering why all the small doors are called windows and not small doors. And that’s all I’m doing; contemplating on lost icons in my head that get my head lost. Contemplating and getting lost is all I’m doing since you’ll never appear to share a word or a sight. |








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Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Dreams really do come true!
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Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Dreams really do come true!
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Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Dreams really do come true!
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La beauté nous interdit l'accès à une horreur fondamentale
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Long realized, the only choice
The empty streets in rain
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"et tu serais aimée de mes amants et courtisée par mes courtisans..."
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Ask me about Grim Fandango
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