if you call, i'll come, come, come. [for calltoaction]

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The power of youth is on my mind,
Sunsets, small town, I'm out of time.
Will you still love me when I shine,
From words but not from beauty?

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this is heaven, what i truly want. (it's innocence lost)

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[ He feels Vanessa Fisk's scrutiny on him from her peripheral as he skulks around the art gallery. He's dressed well, glasses and his suit from work earlier. He'd wanted to stop by and surprise his mother, bouquet of fresh pink roses picked straight from a rural Chinese farm in hand. He hadn't expected Matt Murdock, the subject of his latest profile. Maybe it's something like fate that brings him here, a pang of something that isn't quite nausea or anxiety hitting him in his belly at the sight of him. Vanessa knows he's done for the moment he asks about the blind lawyer in the art gallery, of all places.

He approaches Matt, feeling both timid and obscenely confident, somehow. He watches him observe the tactile art with his hands in fascination before clearing his throat, smiling wide, glasses pushed up his nose.] I didn't know you were a fan of modern art, Mr. Murdock. I'd say my mother has exceptionally good taste, but I may be a little biased.