And yet I need not to need.
Or else a love with intution,
someone who reaches out to my weakness
and won't let go.
I need not to need.
I've always been the tower.
But now I feel like the flower trying to bloom in the snow.
Or else a love with intution,
someone who reaches out to my weakness
and won't let go.
I need not to need.
I've always been the tower.
But now I feel like the flower trying to bloom in the snow.
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You asked me earlier if I believed he was really dead. I have had this picture for a long time and always held it very close to my heart, for obvious and perhaps some not very obvious reasons.
The title of the work is "Welcome Home, Count".
I hope that answers your question.
