You lure me to your secrets
A curtain instead of a door, the light of a car runs here and there along the wall and runs into the corner across the room along the ceiling.
You can hear the television from the other room across the hall.
There are no words to understand, just the talking, music and gunshots of the villain detective.
I fall asleep and the thought of your secrets lies with me in my head.
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