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sun falls into her eyes,

and moon

shall too.



sky cries,

as she's gone blind.

truth

khi mà

một hơi thở
tưởng như kéo dài cả thế kỉ

một giọt mưa
có thể làm đau một ai đó

thì sự thật
cũng chẳng khác gì một lời nói dối.

The READER

MICHAEL:
Oi men ippeon stroton oi de pesedon
oi da naon phais epi gan malainan
emmenai kalliston, ego de ken otto
tis eratai.

HANNA:
It's beautiful.

MICHAEL:
How can you tell? How do you know
when you've no idea what it means?



HANNA looks at him a moment.

untitled day

perhaps-
joy.pleasure.strange.people.lost.start.
-isn't colors
but b & w
as simple
as a day
it was meant to be.

i.n.t.o

it's dark.
you're alone.
don't worry.
you're into something.
really.