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art Now I wish I didn't start talking about sculptures because I don't know what else to say about them anymore. So I won't. My night goes like this: I watch a 9 o'clock movie, I go to bed after that, and I fall asleep to the images of Gen in my mind, the memories of him forming dreamy melodies in my head until I'm secure and comfortable, and I'm sure it's, again, just the two of us.
before sunrise // before sunset
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