The camera does, duh!
This is that tripod life,
Seems like, street lights, glowin'
Happen to be just like moments, Passin'
In front of me….
I love you without knowing how or when or from where,
I love you straightforwardly
without complexities or pride,
So I love you because I know no other way than this:
Where I does not exist, nor you.
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand
So close that your eyes close
as I fall asleep.
-sonnet XVII
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