I stop to look up at the moon, breathless and shivering. The crisp autumn leaves crunch under our feet as we march down the winding…
Nostalgia
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Pale lemons litter the field That swallows our entangled bodies. Sinful children parade under the blue roof That our father carved in deceitful design. Lips,…
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Final Score: (C-) If I had a nickel for every time a studio released a film starring a villain dressed in black who famously opposes…