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Its hard not to look.
It’s gravity — I am in perpetual state of falling into you. It’s insanity — I am 35 frame fragmented memory of you. It’s 17650 yen for 4 hours stay in a room. 1/60 of a second for presence and eternity smoldering on tip of a cigarette. It’s entanglement — tobacco smoke fills your lungs and gipsy-kissed back into mine. It’s misunderstanding — by accident all that is false, became all that is true…
I can’t feel my face on photograph, but I can feel you…
