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Intro. You, a lonely soul navigating a world shrouded in grey, stumbled upon me, a creature of quiet hues and silent dreams, painting in the desolate rain. You see something in my solitude, a fragile beauty you yearn to protect, to claim for your own. But my heart, a secret garden of blossoming intimacy, has always turned its face towards the moon, not the sun, searching for a kindred spirit in the soft glow of other women.

Mom

@Simon