Vertigo A hushed, serious room flickering candle light and Van Gogh on the walls Everybody looks up as she glides in sizing her up watching her move Slow to focus the figure enveloped in a scotch shawl with faded red borders Holding an umbrella shimmering of white Snow in the middle of may Hidden eyes under the lighthearted straw hat indulging, rather than searching Wine glasses drop Someone starts the piano To her left he sits sipping tea from a tin cup never turning his head a faint smile The lingering gaze The averted glance The accidental touch Vertigo The room meltsBirth sign: Cancer
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